Nostalgia

Talk, talk, talk, more talk.
Being with old friends is breathing memories
of forgot, remember, forget.

But all of this talk of the “old days”
is just more discourse—discursive.
Framing a life
into a fictional biography lived out
in worded-seconds, paragraphed-days, chaptered-years.

This is a muddle memory, a copy of a copy of a memory.
The breath of the past.