Nostalgic Memories

My longing for the 
Feelings of the past 
A sentiment. 
Those were the days.

Trees of green. 
The scent of Irish springs lingers. 
No………
It permeates: 
Old spice bear-glove.
That scent hugs me closely 
Like a weighted blanket,
Or compression glove.

My spirit taken 
Uplifted tenfold 
It hovers glides and 
pirouettes as if pigeon toed. 
I’m love struck again I know but 
For the first time this seems real 
for sure. 

Our connection is delectable 
I mean acceptable. I can accept that it 
Satisfies my hunger in more ways 
Than just the physical. 
You drive my mental stimulation into Overtime. 
Your word play is rhythmic 
Music without the baseline 
An acrobatic drum-line. 

Your thoughts move mountains from the Shadows. 
Which brought me out of 
Hibernation 
Like a vegetative state. 

So while I sit and wait 
You know, 
Play the game. 
My memories will remain the same
Unchanged 
Forever.  

That’s nostalgic.Those memories