Years pile up
2009 between '14 and' 08
A bit of '06 somewhere in there
Although I remember nothing
Except for what has pained me
But I forget almost time, in its entirety
The inconsequential hours & months
Mail exchanges with strangers
Calls lasting into nights, breathless cycle rides
Pictures, guileless selfies, minute long videos
A mammoth of life is locked in those
And they're casually & effortlessly erased
Perhaps because we're not meant
To hold on to every tiny thing
Else how would we wallow in everyday misery
Now if I recollect hard
I can contain my entire thirty odd years
In a few hours
That's how shrink worthy I am
Also how much I remember of me
Is exactly as much as I remember of you
Funny as it may seem, it be true
And our chords run so deep
Honeybunch Sugarplum
My bespectacled darling
When I scram through my memories
I cannot know
Which-one is you
And which-one is me
1 comment:
It's amazing, almost curious, these sudden pangs of nostalgia that we have.
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