Now what are you,
but only a memory.
I can make no more-
you are only history.
But what about the words you swore?
The mystery behind those promises,
I wish I could unfold.
Now what are you,
but only a memory.
You were a part of me-
every moment being exemplary.
But each emotion,
now remains stored,
like in a gallery.
Now what are you,
but only a memory.
Wish I had known,
it wasn’t love.
Or how could it be temporary,
seems it was only me,
who was in awe.
Now what are you,
but only a memory.
Fading each day,
even as my life seems stationary.
But benevolence consoles,
souls that brighten walk in,
still giving reasons to hold.
VLAD BAGACIAN
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3 comments
It is so moving to hear of broken hearts based on insincere suitors. My condolences.
The memory is visually appealing and tone, subttlety are rich where one can feel the pain. Brilliant.
Thank you Vishal.