Nostalgia

Nostalgic silver boy
passionately longing to return
can you hear my tears
as they silently fall on your voice
an expected agony
as your words fill me with a dreamy comfort.

My silver boy abounding with optimism
that fills my body with hope
when will you return my beloved
with time and space between us
an infinate amount of hours, days, months, years
im left to count with this growing ennui a companion

Nostalgia for our past joys
and the calm we felt before the storm
sadistically we fed on each other knowing
it would soon be revoked
evanescible ennui only needing that
nostalgic silver boy