Or Twice, Past Midnight

Once, when what everybody
Wants from you has passed,
Almost anyone who speaks

Of you off the top
Of their head is given up,
For more than a few minutes,
To nostalgic reverie.

Then you walk into
The everything, the any
Subject. You become

The everything, the any,
The nostalgic reverie.
There are no limitations
Once it's all been said before.