Propelled to
Another time
Sparked off
By a sound
The song
Played
In the background
Stirred up
Shadows
Digging up
Old photos
A whiff of perfume
Sends
My memories
In fume
Swallowing
Moments past
Each time
I taste that pie
Another pats me
The same way
Calling to mind
What you used to say;
Some things
Become off limits
Affluent in
Stories
Spots in the
Ordinary
Transformed
Into
A minefield
Memories have
A way to kill
The present day
Dragged downhill
Then at times
I wonder
Why things I love
Are marred
Not everywhere
You left a mark
It is I that
Allowed you
To linger
In my light
Connecting dots
When there are none
Connecting dots
That do not belong
I cease to be
Far-fetched
Some settings
Some settings
Are not affixed
Here I am
Once again
In front of
The same same
But I beam
For the best
Way to get rid of
Memories
Is to create
New ones
That only I
Get to freeze.
