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

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