Nostalgia

All that has happened is so good that it deserves the memory, the recollection, the vanity? A war story? Nothing would have changed should have changed Needed to be forgotten long, long ago? Some things you cannot forget Others you want to keep alive Either way, do they both belong in the best of all possible worlds? What about those times your mind raced At the speed of sound but the body couldn't move around, Weighed down, as if lumber or the slumber of rotting meat? Surely, that was defeat? You forget that only a moment earlier It was the other way around. Eighteen months later and all was normal. But that was then; this is now. If all is so right with every single moment, Why look so much forward To the past?