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Forgotten Saturdays

Updated on June 10, 2014

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



and leaving behind.

My Saturdays


are spent

serving people


are tourists,

fathers, mothers, daughters

and misfit souls.

I'm happy



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


those forgotten Saturdays.


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    • Rajan Dhir profile image

      Rajan Dhir 5 years ago from Delhi, India


      Point taken. I appreciate your support.

      Thank-you once again.

    • Mhatter99 profile image

      Martin Kloess 5 years ago from San Francisco

      great poem, but not a limerick