Memories Last till Death!

Memories—a tiny word, yet it makes us cry,

They hold tales, both low and high.

But whenever they come, they bring regret,

In memories, I’m trapped, I can’t forget.

Living in memories feels like her embrace,

Walking in memories—toward her I race.

Sleeping in memories—waiting by her side,

Waking in memories—where my hopes reside.

Her voice, I don't hear, yet I feel her so near,

Her touch so vivid, her whispers so clear.

Each day, each night, one thought appears,

How does one live without memories so dear?

I remember well, that day was February 2, 2023,

First time I thought of her—March 19, 2023.

On July 14, I asked her to hold my hand,

To turn my dreams real, to make a stand.

But now those dreams are distant and gray,

Nights soaked in tears, lost in dismay.

I remember crying by her side, October 12,

Living those moments, feeling her delve.

We walked together, shared nights and delight,

Her absence haunted, I’d wait every night.

Then January 4, 2024, she appeared again,

Draped in grace, I fell for her, once again.

She was special, or so it seemed,

Laughter, whispers—like a perfect dream.

But something unseen kept us apart,

Something broke the bond of our hearts.

It’s just a tale—no need to recall,

I lived it, you just heard it all.

Two years since I saw her last,

Time moves forward, memories don't pass.

We live, we learn to smile, to survive,

But die each day, keeping dreams alive.

Memories—those that stay, and some that stray,

A painful escape—a reality to delay.