Only A Memory…

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