My Memories

By Gaurav Parab

My mind runs out of words to draw,

Each piece of me designed to be a flaw.

I am someplace else when you most need me,

I pretend to be blind when you beg me to see.

It has been decades since you know my name,

Who I was, and what I became.

When you look back at the memories of me and you

Try making some which are completely new.

 

Like the time I left everything to be by your side,

When you broke down and silently cried.

Or when I called you the love of my life,

And slayed your demons with an imaginary knife.

 

Think of the time when we danced in the dark,

Hiding quickly at the corner of the park.

Or when we drove to that beautiful place,

Tears of joy shining on my tired face.

 

Think of me stronger than I ever was,

As someone who believed in the cross.

As wise as the oldest monk alive,

Who flourished while others struggled to survive.

 

I swear I will move on like a silent prayer,

Sweetheart, when nothing is left to repair.

I could never be the person you wanted me to be,

Make memories of my past, to set your today free.