Something

socks soaked in old puddles
reflections warbled by gravel
umbrellas blown backwards
save-warmth huddles

giggles break the air
late night exhilaration
better remnant then forgotten
soft towel, feet bare

mirror hung above the sink
smile more awkward than you've grown used to
staring, but unaware
the fallen don't think

the world filled with something
too much salt on your meal
nostalgia burns deep
incoherent mumbling

Author's Note

Pardon the nonsense