me & You - a sequel..?

In the last few days, I have been creating memories.

These memories, I want to shed. Right now. Right away.

Because I travel light.

Because I make life sufficiently complicated, anyway.

Remants of the past, make it worse.

Someone I worship, once thus spake.

'Eva memories can only cause ache

Bad ones remind you of the worst you have been through

Good ones are also bad as that good is bygone.

And Eva bygone is as good as dead'

Keeping memories is like

trying to nurse a dying moment

It's like telling yourself that

a corpse will spring back to life.

Coming back to why this is being written.

I keep looking for traces of your face, wherever, whenever.

My strange fixation.

I am obsessed about your face

I know

You will leave

This moment will die.

Our moment, in the rush of months and years

I won't nurse the corpse.

I travel light, no memories for me.

But when I look for traces of your face fading away

Getting lost in a crowd

What lingers on is those faint contours..

Your eyes like mine, sometimes tired, sometimes Red

Mostly understanding, loving

Because it has to, anyway

I dread the way all this is going to end..

Ashes to ashes

Dust to dust

Me to you

me & You..?

Now, I'm writin yu a song. Our last..