Nostalgia, how you are hitting me with full force lately,
Picking me up with the leaves,
and not twirling, but hurling me to the ground.

I feel an ache in my chest,
a sunken sadness of realisation,
time only goes forward, I can’t go back to the past.

I can't go back to the old me,
I can't go back to find me.

Hitting the concrete, time after time,
you knock a stream of memories right out of me,
only this time,
I can’t seem to stop them bleeding out.