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Sep. 6th, 2006 | 02:42 pm
music: ben

i heard that james died
and i cried
in my bed
with the lights off
because that just isn't fair

cleaning my room
i find pictures
pictures i thought were gone
but they were there in my hands
and i was so grateful to have them
because these were the things i saw
and decided were worth my memory
and i clicked them

and looking at them
i felt the pang
it was fast, barely a whisper
of the way i felt
the way i was
it was not of sadness
or a yearning to go back

i guess that is why they call it nostalgia
because that was then
and this is now

i find myself hoping that this now
remains now forever
and is never then

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