You’re bringing back

Something that belongs to the past.

Then you end

up questioning yourself—

Questions make you cringe—

Because you still

don’t have the

answers to the many

whys, what . . . how.

So instead

You turn to

Nice and warm reminiscing ,

a familiar ache comes back

Bringing both good and bad

And the wanting

That’s haunting

And so with

The whys, what. . . how.