Sonnet! Ready, Set, Go... (And Also, Apparently, A Bonus Haiku)

Where have all of the good times gone?
The basketballs, small cars and back lots;
Just once I wish I happened upon
Those times again before they rot
From my memory, lost and left
Don’t leave me all alone, bereft
Of an opportunity to be
With those skies and friends, to see
As myself, today, things back then.
Oh to feel the force of a crush
On what’s-her-name, the head rush
Of being there in my skin again.
But I’ll think myself lucky instead
At least it remains inside my head.
 
Sputtery recall
Stopping, starting all the time
Memory beauty