MEMORIES

MEMORIES Every time I try to remember one of our moments,

I feel I forget a fragment.

The memories of us are falling apart, falling apart like the petals of a withering rose.

I want you, I need you to come,

To come and water these roses.

Water them, to prevent them from fading 

Fading forever and making us nothing

Nothing but a piece of my imagination.

I NEED YOU TO COME.

The sweet memories of us are turning into painful ones, like the thorns of a rose.

I want you, I need you to come.

To come and pluck out those thorns.

Pluck them out and make those memories happy again

Happy enough so that I can think of you without hatred

Hatred, something that I have now associated not just with you, but with us

I NEED YOU TO COME.

Every time I try to remember one of our moments,

I feel I forget a fragment.

It is mesmerizing how a person can replace the place of another special person. How, when without talking to that special someone, your day was incomplete and now, your days go on by without even thinking of them. How, they once held a special place in your heart and now they just up and left that place.

You want to talk to them, but you know it’ll be awkward. You know that initiating a conversation will not be easy. Somewhere you that maybe they feel the same too. 

I miss all our conversations, all those random topics we talked about for the longest of times. But I know that we will never be able to go back to what we were. Because our surroundings have changed and so have we.

Those times when our moments and memories come back, they punch the air out of me.

Concentrating on anything becomes difficult cause your voice, your face clouds up my mind and prevents me from thinking about anything else.

To make it go, I have to sit back and let it all come, all the memories, all the promises, all our times together, everything. I just have to let them take over me, that’s the only way for these all consuming thoughts to go.

At times when I think about you, I think of what we could have been. Of what we could have achieved together, of where we would be right now if things had gone differently.

But life is full of what ifs, isn’t it? 

The thought of being strangers again once used to terrify me. But now the thought of bumping into you on the street gives me shivers.

The thought of forgetting how your voice sounded used to terrify me. But now the thought of hearing your voice makes me scared.

The thought of the picture of your face getting erased from my mind used to terrify me. But now the thought of even glancing at our photos makes me tear up.

The thought of the feeling of my hand in yours fading into oblivion used to terrify me. But now the thought of holding onto anyone’s hands brings back all these pained memories.