Parallel Lives it’ so surreal you’re next to me here and now, in my past; run-of-the-mill convenient stores covered in lotto ads ethnic clusters amidst the weekend hustle blocks of brick, yards that are narrow orthodox synagogues en route to knapp street old haunts, preserved haunts forever etched in memory and where were you? it’s […]
Parallel Lives
it’ so surreal you’re next to me
here and now, in my past;
run-of-the-mill convenient stores covered in lotto ads
ethnic clusters amidst the weekend hustle
blocks of brick, yards that are narrow
orthodox synagogues en route to knapp street
old haunts, preserved haunts
forever etched in memory
and where were you?
it’s so surreal to ponder your existence
that wasn’t known, that wasn’t intertwined with mine
i want to know these things
i want to feel like i knew you;
even when our lives ran parallel
To Look Back? To Not Look Back?
i do not want to know
dismiss the thought;
but do not mistake my good riddance for apathy
for it is anything but
nostalgia’s bitter embers hurt my eyes;
the flame is too hot, still
surely missing what’s surely gone
and yet, maybe i do want to know
i want to crawl inside my memory box
breathe it all in;
as if i was young again
transcend what is
but as you age,
perhaps it’s best not to know
do not look back;
because once you do,
you will begin to wonder:
what is left?
Parallel Lives it’ so surreal you’re next to me here and now, in my past; run-of-the-mill convenient stores covered in lotto ads ethnic clusters amidst the weekend hustle blocks of brick, yards that are narrow orthodox synagogues en route to knapp street old haunts, preserved haunts forever etched in memory and where were you? it’s […]
Parallel Lives it’ so surreal you’re next to me here and now, in my past; run-of-the-mill convenient stores covered in lotto ads ethnic clusters amidst the weekend hustle blocks of brick, yards that are narrow orthodox synagogues en route to knapp street old haunts, preserved haunts forever etched in memory and where were you? it’s […]
Parallel Lives it’ so surreal you’re next to me here and now, in my past; run-of-the-mill convenient stores covered in lotto ads ethnic clusters amidst the weekend hustle blocks of brick, yards that are narrow orthodox synagogues en route to knapp street old haunts, preserved haunts forever etched in memory and where were you? it’s […]
