“The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.” – John Koenig  

Dear reader, this poem mentions perspectives from different people. Can you guess which ones? 

 

Do you remember  

how it feels  

to pass by that street, 

the one you used to visit, 

chasing after the glowing sunset? 

Do you remember 

how you would pass by the smile of a child… 

as she paced beside her mother, 

her LED shoes would light up 

brighter than that glowing sunset? 

And do you remember 

how your favourite food tastes 

in your moonlit bowl, 

sparkled with your mother’s love 

at the end of a long day? 

Your favourite book lays 

right by your bedside table 

to keep you company 

in times of need. 

Your favourite song plays 

right through your earphones 

to keep you at ease 

in times of blue (hour). 

Your favourite blanket stays 

from your toes right up to your elbows 

to keep you warm 

in times of cold feet. 

Your favourite cup of tea  

or perhaps it is coffee 

remains right by your desk 

to keep you grounded 

in times of the hustle and bustle. 

Do you remember 

how it feels  

to pass by that street, 

the one you used to visit, 

walking right in front of the glowing sunset? 

Do you remember  

and 

do you sonder?