the efficiency of sleepwalking

I still remember
waking up
the day ahead
a lifetime

our backyard was the world
now
the world is my backyard
and
the world is not our backyard

no one ever died
by the currant shrubs

except
once
a hedgehog

we buried it
my sister and I
by the apple trees
planted flowers on its grave
and cried for days
for lifetimes

a day is but the blink of an eye
now
and
waking up
at all
far from a daily privilege

Remember?

Remember that weekend we got away
just the two of us
and we were arguing the whole time?
Remember when we went on vacation
to catch some sun on the beach
and it was raining the entire week?
Weren’t those some of the best times of our lives?

Listen. Remember this song?
How we used to fucking hate it?
Let’s dance and sing along!
We do know all the words by heart.

Remember how great everything used to be
when we were young?
Before all of that and all of them.
I don’t care what they say,
if it weren’t for all of that and all of them
it could still be like that,
because, you know,
nostalgia.

Nostalgia.
Is.
A Powerful Thing.

Ey, why am I wearing these rose-colored glasses?
I don’t Remember putting them on.