#uknostalgia

[I said enough time had passed, that my hands, now gripped to the bus rail, had forgotten yours.]  Its not that I want to still be there, to wedge myself on your bed, staring at your poster --  the bus static breaks another bout of nostalgia. Its getting worse. Walking home from work last night, listening to the same music I did in October, on smaller streets -- The woman ahead of is about your height. I hope she's going somewhere pleasant. I hope my stop is soon.