A frugal love poem

A Repository Of Time
1 min readMar 19, 2022

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Still from the 2016 film: Paterson

I have begun to feel the city leaves me more often than I do.
More often than I ever will be able to.

We seem to be friends from a time when everyone acted like
each other’s foe.

The sound of my city
The city my home
The roads
The pavements

People…
They see the world pass by around them

I too see the world pass by around me
But I am often mistaken that I am the world,
and that they see me pass by as I see everyone pass by me.
I am the empty world.
They wish to be the world.
I wish to be whole.

I say good morning as if I’ll always be looked at and smiled at
whenever they see me, my world.

Hello.
Good morning. Goodbye, goodnight.
Hi?

When you are rain
I feel cold
When I am cold
I turn to warmth
When you are warm
You forget
me.

Days by days.
Memories get erased.
Flashbacks come
and
go?
Tables keep turning
You don’t look back
Weather forecasts say sunny
And I dream of light that resonates with
me?

City,
Do you ever go quiet?

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A Repository Of Time
A Repository Of Time

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