And life has been a series
Of an old playlist.
Bringing back the old
Forgotten conversations,
In the old Cafés
We passed along Spain.
Like an old song,
Every word, every rhythm;
Like the old pavements,
Every brick, every granite;
Tells the story -
Of hearts that once ache,
And now carried so many yesterdays.
Like a gallery
Holding framed arts on it's walls,
Every version, every chapter,
Has a story to tell.
Of every dream
That was once chased, got, then gone.
Like a heart keeping
All the memories
Of a lifetime.