x3

Nostalgia sets in, & I lose my
teeth. More benefit than hind-
erance — stops me chewing
over un temps perdu that has 
little to make it worth revisiting.

Nostalgia sets in, & I lose my
internet connection. Maybe I
shouldn't be piggybacking into
the ether on my neighbor's wifi.

Nostalgia sets in, & I lose my
canteloupes. Not immediately;
but before the melon harvest 
can get underway, gargoyles 
that have torn themselves away
from cathedral roofs flock down
to feast, leave nothing behind.