slipping into nostalgia
like an old coat
forgotten in the back
of a closet
it smells of dust and age
i pull it on
and wrap it around me
it's worn and doesn't
fit quite right any more
but there's something comforting
in the memories
attached to it

i look outside
to the woods damp with rain
something calls me
something half-remembered
in my mind stirs
but i can't pull it forth
so i wrap myself tighter
in my old coat
breathing in the dust
of years gone by
and lean against the window

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