How I really feel about nostalgia (raindrops on roses)

by Christos Polydorou


I’m where you left me / by the window /
outside it is raining / has been /
for over five hours /

The flowers you gave me /
are all potpourri inside books / on the shelf /
I sit / to read / and the stories / smell of [your] / roses

It has been such a long time / nostalgia is bullshit /
I can often feel you in the room / like the scent of burning thorns /
the exhilarated scents / roses make / as they climb higher / skyward.