Write Me A Song

It has been 10 years! Coming back, feels like I have been here yesterday. Those were the words that he was speaking to himself when he came back to his old house. He was walking the same streets as he was when he was a child. He was seeing the same old brown houses, with windows facing that narrow road. A wall attached to another as if all of them were holding each others up.

He went inside. Moved between the rooms. He was seeing everything like a flash back. As if he were walking in his old small shoes again. Nothing has changed. He went to his room, and found his old notebook open on the desk where he used to study. He took out a pen from his jacket and wrote as if he were talking to the town: "Write me a song! A song about: old times. The old neighbors we missed. The sweats on their hands, putting one stone next to each other, building our homes. About their little kids running in the streets. Their screams of joy, as if life has known nothing but happiness. Let this ink run in those papers, blessing us of staying within. Even if it was only as a memory, when we are gone".