Nostalgia

yeah
lets not forget the old times
when i stabbed you in the heart
and you mocked my sincerity
when accusations flew
around
like the flies did
around our dead hearts
when we became
sick with our own judgments
just before our lives
became nothing but sorrow
we would laugh and laugh and laugh
but those good times could never last
like the
the fleeting nature of a smile
coupled with
this finite bruise
reminds us of
who we once were
and who we are definitely
not
anymore