The Crash After Sugar - a Small Analysis of Sadness

I have no metaphoric explanation for how I feel If I try to summon something to mind, I find an empty paper bag that held sweets, with bits of sugar at the corners Slightly crinkled, the sugar remnants bothersome It seems to be from 1985 but I don't know why I can only perhaps my way forward Or perhaps my way backwards - but I'm tired of that It's all guesswork on faded memories anyhow Looking for the call and response in a non existent feeling Emptiness, with sugar remnants Some residual sugar on an otherwise empty paper bag It should be disposed of, not analysed Kept in mind 38 years, for recall Just in case Like all things you would have thrown away then, that take on a mystical quality when rediscovered The ordinary, made powerful, by the passage of time I can almost feel the paper in my hand Note the difference from when neatly folded, full of sweets to now The scientifically explainable reaction to sugar clear Yet the inexplicable emotional space I inhabit in this moment out of my grasp What a strange pursuit, to occupy my time Looking for the answers in passing thoughts and paper bags I really should get a hobby