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Nostalgia

I am a person of nostalgia.

The images of empty highways in moonlight,

Mountain woods scented with pine,

Restaurants buzzing with diners;

They all fill me with this sense of longing.

The smell of cotton candy and popcorn,

Dog fur and dirt and grass,

Winter chill and burning wood

Like sweets to my memory tongue.

Dogs with heads sticking out of car windows,

The sound of cooking in the kitchen,

And rock music in garages where the door pulls up,

All these make me sigh.

And I long for a feeling I'm yet to know of,

And I ache for all the life that I'm not living.