Memorabilia

You still have those things,
The gifts i sent,
The letters I wrote
&
The poems I had dedicated.
The ice cream cups,
the chocolate wafers.
&
All the sweet nothings.

People call me insensitive.
May be a paranoia.
'Cause I don't have those
Which you have of me.
How would i tell you
and why should I tell them,

That
Only a blink of an eye
Was enough for me
To relive those days.

Can't you see
I had you &
I have you ,
the whole of Us
As my memorabilia.


SoUmY@

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