Memory lane
Every song here,
carries a section of,
time in the past,
every drop of rain,
hitting the window,
of the empty room,
of my heart,
gently opening the door,
of memory.
wandering,
in every section of memory,
perhaps its fate,
i met you in a crowd of strangers,
the best memories,
in the songs,
in the rain i’m,
counting the pasts,
that include you.
Written
on June 12, 2014