The city smells like you

I am in the taxi commuting to Yeghegnadzor, and at the crossroad the car has a meeting with the red lights, and I get an uncharted meeting with my memories. The park on the left has the memories of you and me. And I go deep. Usually, my routine takes all my time I might have spent thinking about us otherwise. But now I have nothing else to get me busy. And I fall into the traps of loving you, letting you take care of me, hold my heart, arm and hair. I let you hold my hair knowing well enough that hair is a lady's strength. I willingly let you take my strength from me, since I need none when next to you. You have given me all I needed and more. The songs so ours, the hugs so powerful, the looks so long, the touches so randomly casual, and the time so precious. You are the one next to whom I feel week, who I obey and consider when making decisions. You are the one I count on and you never never let me down. I hope there will be no crossroads again, but, believe it or not, the city has your memories in every secret and public corner of it. And I am so happy about it. When the time comes when there will be no you next to me, and even no me next to you, I will refer to the ity, who has seen our happy moments and who keeps our images on every wall.

Sept. 26th, 2015