Forgotten Saturdays
Those forgotten Saturdays
remind something of you.
I'm no way
trying to
bring back
the memories.
You live 45 miles away
i still drive around on a bicycle.
The crazy long afternoons. When the two of us used to sit idle and stare at the empty world.
Making pictures of the Jesus.
We kept on doing the same things every day.
It was never boring,
never went lazy.
Dropping you late in the evenings.
Started calling you early in the morning.
We knew that one day it would all be forgotten.
It is not something "we were afraid of falling in love".
"We were not afraid of falling in love.
We were just afraid of losing ourselves."
"Not committing anything to anyone".
We were getting ready for something bigger.
Something bigger than love.
You living 45 miles away.
I carry the world on a bicycle.
We started living different lives.
Your work took you to a different city.
May be, into the arms of a different man too.
People do not only change cities when they move.
They change lives as well, I know.
I invested my savings on a small cafe.
It was always the plan.
I guess i'm happy
looking at people
coming,
leaving
and leaving behind.
My Saturdays
now
are spent
serving people
who
are tourists,
fathers, mothers, daughters
and misfit souls.
I'm happy
how
things
have turned out to be.
When i see
people doing crazy things
in and around.
I push myself,
laugh at myself.
It all takes place
on
those forgotten Saturdays.
