the sweetness of nothing

They say Nostalgia is a liar,

A robber,

A thief;

He comes in the dead of night;

he’s quick and nimble on his feet.

Before you know it

Your mind is captured -

There’s nothing you can do.

Nostalgia, the thief, has cast his spell on you.

You’ll cry and you’ll beg

“Please, this time let me stay”

But before your cries are answered,

You’re somewhere far away.

Somewhere where the grass is soft

As you lay looking at the sky

And your Love is right there next to you

Before it all went awry.

Everything is good again,

As you breathe in Love’s sweet scent.

You savor every moment

Before the inevitable dissent.

That old thief named Nostalgia

With his heartless, predictable ways,

Will give you what you want

Before ripping it away.

Nostalgia is a liar,

A robber,

A thief;

But with tears in your eyes

you realize

In some cruel way,

He’s sweet.