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.