mydesirelines

Old Town Walk

Old town is full of them

memories here

hang around

like elderly folks

aged, but breathing

feeding on past gossips

and expired jokes.

 

I step out

and anxiously look around.

I see memories

sneaking in shadows

moving in haste,

hiding but longing to be found

to be touched

and to be recalled.

it’s one hide-and-seek

better not to be

played and won around.

like a recursive loop

it\'s hard to escape it

once you are confound.

 

I take steps carefully.

head, under the hood

sight, straight on the road,

escaping traps,

trying to hold presence

in my cold hands.

I cut the corners fast

turn blind to many of the old spots,

all most successful

in my play,

I take a lousy turn around

and lose my way,

there! when I least thought of it

I see her, right there.

young like a spring,

smiling and giving a deliberate miss

to my presence around.

 

It’s now or then,

in my mind

the timeline trembles and falls,

I see her, and I am lost,

like a fool that I was

in all those young years of the past.

touched with a reverie

moments go standstill,

until I snap out

as my mobile loudly barks,  

I try to hold to past

I try to catch the presence 

as I give myself a desperate wakeup shout.

 

In here, it’s hard not to get caught

it’s infectious

it’s craving

but that’s what this place

is all about,

to be lost and found

many times over and over

in this magical dust of a memory cloud.

 

Old town is just full of them.