Now entering Nostalgia, population: 2
A town made for both of us
But I’m here waiting for you.
I don’t think you’ll come by,
But on the off chance you do,
It won’t take long to make your way through.
Letters from and letters to,
Photographs of me and you,
Memories of things we’d do.
Their disposal is long overdue,
But, boy, is that a hard thing to do
When the scars you left still feel brand new.