Nostalgia.

I don't mind the feeling,really.
It makes me feel warm and fuzzy.
and I feel nostalgic a lot.
Probably because I hardly ever forget anything,save the details.
Uh,so here's a poem* I wrote a while ago.
I'm not that great at it.and it's not a really Happy one.So.

It's a chilly morning,
I miss my sweater,
I smell something familiar,
as I shudder slightly.
It's drifting out of memory lane,
The feeling I've felt a million times before,
It's warm and endearing,
but hurts a little too,
For it's the feeling of being gone,
Gone,from the time you can't go back to.
A time,you weren't so sure you'd want again.
It makes me sigh with a tinge of regret,
Still,it brings a sad smile to my lips.