Every morning, I wake up.

A whole day has passed.

Another one in front of me. 

I have this tug in my chest

Like a deep sadness

Some mysterious yearning 

I don't know why I'm sad

I don't know what I'm yearning for. 

It's feels like nostalgia

It's been clinging to my mornings for a year or two.

Some speak of nostalgia like it's bliss

They say the mere word with all the grandeur they can muster

But it's not

It's a lonely feeling