nostalgia

i remember
when each second we were apart was misery
only he mattered
he and me

the rest of the world fell away

i remember others' envy
how my girlfriends didn't matter
anymore
only he mattered
me and he

they can tell we are talking
my voice lilting in a way only a lover's voice
does

you know what i mean

now i crawl into bed in my flannels
we snore and get up during the night
we seek time alone,
and spend time with our friends
we're happy

but i admit

that when i hear her laughing
that special laugh when she is talking
with him and she can hardly wait the

next 2335 seconds until he arrives

i feel a tug of nostalgia for that

insanity.