the memory lane
it’s been a while
since i last came here
to this place
alone
i wasn’t planning on going anywhere
but i definitely didn’t expect to end up here
i think i loved the act of driving since i was young
being in the passenger seat brought some kind of joy
each time i watch the sceneries change
or when i try to guess what the cloud looks like
or moments where we’d eat, dance, and play
on our way
i didn’t mind where we’d go
i couldn’t care less
for all i think of
was the journey and adventure
with people i love
after i got my driver’s license
the right to sit in the designated seat
brought a different kind of joy
like a symbol of freedom and authority
and to be treated with responsibility
that eventually evolve into an escape or outlet
it wasn’t long that
going for long drives became some sort of a coping mechanism
to deal with my inner thoughts
to put things into perspective
a time to tune to my thoughts
on a peaceful late night drive
when everything feels a little too much
it was a way to silence the busy mind
i used to drive down this road so often
purposely making an extra turn
just to walk down the memory lane
up to a point
i wouldn’t mind spending more time on the road
a detour after a long day
to clear my mind
reminiscing on things i could never change
as i walk around this place
as if we never left
it was our humble beginning
perhaps the earliest memory of my childhood;
the never ending patches of blue sky from where i sat
the pretend-to-be-asleep-after-a-long-car-ride trick
the sight of buildings with faded paints
the dark intimidating hallway
and even a playground to call ours
which was once so lively
is now left to rust and seemed a little lonely
turning into the corner
it stirred nostalgic feelings in me once again
of the memories shared
of the simple days
even when we didn’t have much
i’d think our hearts were full
in a place we once called home
(now a house)
if there’s ever a day
(and i know there will be)
that this house cease to exist
on the face of the earth
i wonder how much of a heartbreak it’ll be
to find out something significant
was turned into shambles
of ashes and dusts
i think it’ll make me feel as if
a part of my past
was erased and
gone with the wind
something i can no longer see nor touch
or even grasp
because all that’s left is
what’s in my head
which i fear too will fade eventually
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