I open a fresh new page
To write the book of nostalgia
How it taints the air with days
I play over and over again
On loop, repeat
And repeat
And repeat
One more time,
Perhaps one last - repeat
So clear and vivid
As if always unfolding
But never changing
Chapter after chapter,
And page after page
Of those nights we got carried away
Floating -
Dancing,
Girls twirling and skirts swishing
Boys slowly swaying
And people tripping
As hearts were falling,
Falling fast
All over us, fluttering in mad beats
So cheers, we say, to the random mess
And the neon stains on my dress
In the late morning we'll sit and sip
Cold coffee for a sober reconstruction
Fueled by fragments with sharp edges
And in the afternoon until midnight
We'll write -
Bits of fleeting moments
Words in songs we used to know
The times we got up to dance
And those we spent sitting down to chat
All those hours we now put behind us
In fateful remembering.