Sunday Memory Lane

It’s not easy to write about my hometown
It has an odd sense of humor and logic at times
Maybe they thought it was cheeky naming the city that way
It’s the city where you can get a really cheap kimchi from a local supermarket
Along with a stack of chips
And you’re bringing a suitcase of them home
Some people talk about coffee like they will legitimately die without it
These caffeine zombies just don’t know how to function without ones
It’s where you feel a moment of bliss
When an elderly couple sitting on a local park for a date
Giving love a chance
It’s where you learned the hard way to live independently at the age of 14
It’s where students and homeless meet
Too shy to converse
You’re gonna assume people that live in this city don’t like to walk around
And it’s true
The food? The food!
It’s joy! Try to sniff!
It’s good, isn’t it?
Don’t get me started with the soccer team
The team is trying to appeal to the identity of the city and it makes total sense to someone who grew up there
It’s where you spent your days, alone, for months
When your father left
Right after he picked you up from a basketball practice
And it’s also where you meet everyone on a particular coffee shop
Someone from your neighborhood to your elementary school nemesis
Because it’s the only place that open on national holidays
It’s where the rich get paranoid about having too much money they build houses like a fucking fortress
Also where your mother put a huge ass oil painting of Joker on living room wall
As much as I want to get away from this city, it’s always feels good to be missed and be here
A comfort and an affliction
This concrete, heavy dreams crafted here
And this city lights up my dream, still
This city is timeless
Because it’s always the same, boring place
With many hearts waiting, wanting, and wondering
