Second poem of the day.
Nostalgia can be such a beautiful waste of time
when you think back on the small, unimportant things
Past glories fade
Past defeats still sting
though perhaps not as much
The ritual of buying a can of coffee
from the vending machine
on the walk to the train station
is a memory that will never leave
the coffee will taste even better
as time goes on
(13 August 2016)
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