how time affects us

a poem on nostalgia and memories

I went back to a place that used to feed my body. And I noticed that it fed my spirit instead. This poem is filled with emotion and nostalgia for the past and the memories we want to hold on to. I got really emotional writing it because it reminded me of the fact that I tend to carry the past very close to my heart and soul. I hope you all enjoy it. May the loving spirit of creation walk with you on the journey of life.

i think a lot about

the way that time affects the body

just a couple days ago

i went to the same bakery

i used to go to weekly growing up

and the man was still there

but older

his forehead worn out from sweat

glittering in the firelight of his oven

the same oven that fed thousands

for decades

the same oven

that gave him what my people call rizq

blessings from the divine

i saw the flames dance on his face

the light as bright as the sun

but i also saw much darkness

much sadness in the way time passes

that same man that fed my family

was unable to walk

he had gotten older

we all do

but it feels different

when you visit a place

that was so special to you in the past

a place you had so many memories in

filled with laughter and family

and jokes and friends

turn into a silent ghost of ruin

time turns places into shrines of history

testimonies of what remains

when society evolves

for some reason i have always been different

time passes and people leave

but for some reason i never do

my body travels and my minds floats around

and i always notice how things change

i always notice how time affects us

i always notice the little things

i guess that’s what allowed me to write this

the people i came with to the bakery last week

all stared at their phones

hypnotised by the dances of modernity

while i sat there in my own little world

imagining what might have been

remembering the past

all because i came back to this baker

the place that fed me

is now feeding the spirit

behind the words i write