I took my nostalgia out for a walk

late in the evening, too tired

to pick a fight with certain

sepia filled memories, too ground down

by hopeful idealism

to brawl or come to bloodied nosed

defeat with reminiscence

in which I loved you;

I am just slightly homesick,

but the trouble with having

lived

is that at times I forget

where I have

died

as well.

Ian D. Hall 2017