There were two french ladies,

on the train today,

They were sitting next to me,

just talking away,

Suddenly I feel reverie here,

like I’d forgotten,

That I was in the northen hemisphere,

in early 2010,

The cold wind through my  hair,

and feeling alone,

Some how in beautiful city there,

thinking of home,

And now how strange to be a tourist,

in a foriegn place,

Too busy being a sensationalist,

to remember a face,

Of anyone I encountered and met,

and experiences only,

A tourist would know and i let,

myself feel lonely,

For memory and sympathy’s sake,

so I begin to smile,

Because for a moment I can relate,

to strangers once in a while…

  katpig

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