Nostalgia

Waves of nostalgia
Suffocate me
Like swimming through
An ocean of honey

The memories
Are sweet
At first
But then
So viscous  
That I start to choke

Every haunted
Picture frame
holds a ghost
of a life
That was
Of a life
That no longer is

I want to thrash
My way through
This ocean

Back to the time before
Back to the time that was
Back to the time when I knew
Just where to find you

But back has fallen off the map
Now there is just this wave
Of who you were
Crashing over me

Reminding me of
what I had
Of what
I no longer have

Reminding me of
all that is good
And all that is horrible
About being human