As you walk past this unknown Street,
the aroma from the bakery holds you still,
you stand like a statue as if you are held in a tight grip.
the next thing you know you are walking down memory lane
with no knowledge of yours, as if it was waiting, the memory starts pouring in
that first glance, those secret meetings and many unkept promises were now lucid,
hanging in the air with no place to go waiting, still
You had told her, remember? that you would own a bakery one day
where she would be the baker and you would be the owner
She would always bake the best cakes for you
and you would just savour it without a compliment,
She waited for you, your compliments and your promises to be fulfilled.
there were a few letters from her too,
but your answers never reached her since you never bothered to
now this aroma has bought back memories, stirring your conscience
you now wonder who owns the bakery as you stand still,
but you would never dare to go inside looking
Are you afraid?
Is this really an unknown street you have come to?
or had you known all along who lived here?
