The
bitterness of forgetting
Spoils
the fiber of my soul
Your
memories grow back
Like
a malignant tumor inside me
I
smile at your words
And
take comfort in our past
But
time poisons my blood
Like
a delirious man
I
speak about you
Sometimes
in past tense…
Sometimes
in present…
Sometimes
in future…
But
in the moments of clarity
I
know
Love
cannot be spoken in any tense
It’s
timeless like the idea of time
The
phantoms of past, present and future
Cannot
haunt lovers
Love
is a circular river
Flowing
from heart
Back
to the heart itself
The journey in between
Gathers
all the sediments and grains
Of
experience and wisdom
Memories
are now islands
Indifferent
to each other
But
they all play the same politics
Over
and over again
Of
forgetting and remembering you…
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