Thursday, 5 April 2012

All that remains


Conversations, we learnt to resist
Phone calls, they ceased to exist
How could they any more

The glasses, they were replaced
That little note, it was misplaced
Lost to the pages of some book

Questions, they were now haunting
Last impressions, still taunting
With lesser severity by the day

The joy with every yes
The pain with every no
Vanish they did, one by one

Now, all that remains
Are the memories.
God forbid,
Someday that would vanish too

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