Nostalgic for nostalgia, I miss
The feeling of emptiness that once came,
As I fell into an endless abyss
The last time that you ever said my name.
I am nostalgic for all that once was,
For all I shall not ever see again;
Even the most mundane of things because
They too pass us by and we know not when.
For nostalgia, I am nostalgic—
For all the time that I will one day kill
Waiting for the universe's one grand trick.
I am left alone, my heart ever still,
With time passing again just as time does,
Forever missing how it all once was.