Twenty years ago there was a life for each of us
to turn away from
or embrace. A song returns to remind me
of what I must have felt,
and when it’s over, I play it back again.
Each time it’s true.
Don’t we look beautiful in the picture
no one ever took,
the clear sky unfurled above us, the wind
ruffling our hair,
everybody’s real life just about to begin?
Lawrence Raab, section 1 of “The Uses of Nostalgia,” What We Don’t Know About Each Other (Penguin Books, 1993)