She became nostalgic
The thought stuck to her like static to fabric
As the rain ran down her window pane
Old memories encased reality in a chain
This is the danger
No name change, but the old you is a stranger
Of the life of long ago
Clinging to the fragments, but it's time to let go
Perhaps it remains boxed in your attic
To the present it is an antibiotic
A word that leaves a smile on your lip
Like grains of sand you watched it fall between your fingers, let it slip
