Only Yesterday

Nothing is wrong with nostalgia,

nothing at all,

except for you telling me to stop reverting to the past,

reversions to anything less than today are apparently signs of weakness,

You made me out to be feeble,

to be something I am not,

to be frail and fragile when it came to the idea of memory,

but you had persuasive amnesia,

you were very good at forgetting how we got here,

Once,

you made me cry,

and after all of this,

I think I forgot how to do such things,

Recollection was reckless,

these were your wrecking balls,

naive,

if you ask me,

but you did not,

not then,

not now,

You just assumed I was new to all of this,

but we all are,

novel,

and novelties to each other,

I suppose,

if only I cared for the past the way I used to,

if only