This is truth for me.
If I choose to mourn my past
too long,
my future will fade.
I will lose opportunities
without an eye to tomorrow,
but how strong the pull of nostalgia is!
I want to wade in it forever, to relish
the magic of what I had, what I was
That is my weakness, my vice.
I have yet to say to goodbye to anyone in this life
and yet I miss everybody.