Your Old Memories
by Rizwan Ahmed
Memon
Today I went to
that old Neem tree
To refresh some
past memories,
To seek some
forgiveness,
To get some
flashbacks of you,
To feel the
love that we had shared.
The wind was
blowing,
The tree was
swaying,
The waves were
rising in the pond,
Your voice
started to echo in my ears,
I could clearly
picture you leaning against the tree.
Till today
everything is as it was
But you have
gone.
Your laughs
have gone.
Your absence
has made me realize
What pain is,
what loneliness is.
When I climbed
the tree as we often did,
I watched that
old cemetery,
And wondered if
it was a dream having you in my life.
If that was a
dream, I wished I would have never been woken up.
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