Yes, we need a separate word for this...

The pain of accepting the now,
The disconnect, and the anguish thereof,
The memories that live and die
at the same time,
Knowing that complexity gets distilled
into the ease of simplicity with time,

Yet, nostalgia almost always gets you.

Home is not where the heart belongs.
Home is where the heart once belonged.

And you have moved on,
even when the memories linger.

Dec 22, 2017