Remembrance

I remember you.

It's just that your face has now merged with another.

I remember you.

Your antics and habits come rushing back to me in flashes.

I remember your thoughts and the things you said to me.

I remember how you liked talking in songs,

and the happy days when you'd break into a dance.

I remember marvelling at all the attention you paid to me

and constantly thinking about what you thought of me.

I remember most things about you,

but why do I have to remember you at all?

~Khyati