You remember the days?

You remember the days?

When you walked in sepia streets of nostalgia,

When you rose in roses of stupor,arms and melancholia.

You remember the days?

When you woke with a head spinning in purple haze,

And evenings of fighting demons in Lucy’s daze.

You remember the days?

When the sleepless nights made us feel,

On top of the world, not under its heel.

You remember the days?

You thought you would never sleep again,

And the night when fitfully by slumber you were slain.

You remember the days ?

When eons were  as far as evening tea,

And all your sorrows drowned by the sea.

You remember the days ?

When time caught up in its cheating chariot,

And in your mind anxiety and defence did riot.

You remember the days ?

When you held all the good that came your way in arms clenched tight,

And at time’s clarion call, let go with all your might.

You remember the days ?

When the walking  in sepia streets of nostalgia,

Only gave you neuralgia.

You remember the day ?

After which you didn’t remember the days ?

Even if you remembered, you couldn’t live them, anyway.

/* RIP Leonard Cohen. I'll spend the rest of my days searching for the secret chord. */

/* There's a cover of a Rob Scallon that I think without words captures the feeling of letting go of nostalgia very well */