You’re So Nostalgic

Remember when I told you that you’re nostalgic & that’s why I like you?
 
It was back in May I think  
We were stoned, laying up in your bed (you still lived at your old apartment)  
I was greening out,  
and staring at your Australia map tapestry on the ceiling above us.    
I caught my breath, and I was laying on your  
left shoulder,  
                  and I said “I know why I like you so much. You’re so nostalgic.  
 
I don’t know how else to say it.”  
 
You said I was a poet, in the way I talked  
& you kissed my head, & I listed the details in which I reminisced through you.  
 
The way you dress, the way your music posters reflect the flashing lights from adult swim in the background.  
Even the way you look in a backwards cap,  
or how candidly loving your eyes become as you sling your arm around me.  
It’s in the way you hold your guitar in Willie’s garage at practice  
or how you freely tease & taunt me like my brothers did when we were kids,  
or speaking of my brothers it’s like your checkered vans that for some reason remind me of my brother’s room in 2006.  
It’s the way you wipe your nose while we watch the sunset.  
          Its your taste in cereal  
and movies  
          and songs for the long drive out of state.  
Its the shadows of your veins cast on your soft arms and the smooth crevices in your relaxed hands.  
It’s the jittery buzz I get when I wake up to you tucking me under the blanket.  
It’s the free spirit,  
childish humor, and  
drive for adventure you share; you know, the kind that gives a movie it’s magic ,  
the kind that convinces you to reinvent yourself the whole drive home from the theater. Everything about you,  
it’s all familiar. But  
 
You’re too nostalgic.  
 
Because you want memories to always   be   there. To hold you in its palm, to solace you and stroke your hair and whisper in your ear. To be your companion when you’ve been left behind. To give you a sense of security. To go  
“look, remember how good life can be? How beautiful you are, when you are filled with love.”  
It’s for you to watch at night when you can’t sleep. To distract you from the present, and excite you for a future.  
To touch you. To breathe.  
To subtly draw you in through mundane moments  
Or  
to make vivid love to you while you play the best parts over and over and over again; thanking god & begging for the miracle of reliving it just one more time.  
and it’s  okay  to need your memories, because that’s why they’re there,  
for you to have.