“NOSTALGIA

When I was a child, Nostalgia was a tiny postage stamp, I, on this side, My mother, on the other.
When I was older, Nostalgia became a ship ticket, I, on this side, My bride, on the other.
Later, Nostalgia was a squat tomb, I, outside. My mother, inside.
And now, Nostalgia is a coastline, a shallow strait. I, on this side, The mainland, on the other.”