I just wanted to move back to that.
Emptiness in my childhood.
The irresponsibility.
Wasting time as a due course.
Sublimated by schedules.
Organised by no one.

Nostalgia is
That vacant stare.
The flat effect of forgetting.

The wind whistling in my ear.
And old adages.
Old wives tales told
To naive men
To help me fall
Into subtle slumber.