Of Love’s related things

Is nostalgia without longing still nostalgia

Or do I need to find a different word

For looking back into the past without longing

Maybe there isn’t a word for it

Maybe a bunch of words is needed

To convey the emotion

Of remembering bygone times without wishing to return to them

I remember many such times

Every life is crammed with them, I dare say

Dabs of regret here and there

But also rainbows of joy at recollections

Of moments of supreme bliss

Of being somewhere

Of being in someone’s company

Of doing something

And not wanting to be anywhere else

At one time those moments were in the future

Until they landed in the present

And drifted to the irretrievable past

I remind the silliest person I know

Because I know him so well

Because I don’t allow him to hide from my honesty

To never leave the present

Because it’s my only opportunity

To eradicate seeds of regret before they sprout

To savour the joy of my existence

To be grateful

To desire what I have