I want you back. We'd all like you back. It's not a matter that we miss you, nor is it anything to the slant of we've forgotten you. The thing is, anyway, what it is, and to the point, in this old age, nostalia creeps up, takes hold, and we stumble, then again, recall, what made us be. Our reflection eternal. My fondest wish is that I can state it again, face to face, and through your eyes, the processes and events that await in everyone's recollections. (jst to let you know: this spur-of-the-moment idling was intended to be just a two-word, compound reply; but, then it morphed into a true-blue, five-word sentence, and ... well, the mind lept.)
I miss you.
(Peaceful Field) . . . "
Teddy-girls", photography by
Liz Ham, for OysterMag