Nostalgia

On the highway 

When inamorata 

Of my hey days 

Holds hand of the partner 

And 

Her sanguine vermilion 

Displays all hubris, 

I become rame.

Nostalgia winks 

At my silence 

And 

Tears drop like rain 

From the nonchalant sky, 

Determined not 

To grant me shelter.