Kaleidoscope
Forgetting is an art I am not adept at. I remember tiny details Trite, and often insignificant. Phone numbers from lost years Books hat brought you to tears Songs that broke you, healed you Line my memory, like souvenirs rare. Then how did you think That I can forget you Instantly, in a heartbeat And turn stranger, in a day or two? You left behind A kaleidoscope of memories. Each twirl brings a coloured moment Buried long, in deep debris. I see those and I see me. Telling my lone heart That it was not meant to be. Artwork by: Tanmayee Chakraborty