She has let out her memories,
passing them, onto strangers
whom she never met before.
Every one of them carried away
some part they valued more
thereafter to meet her never.
I throw away handful of memories
every day. Some of them have been
thrown away twice over, But, they
Somehow crawl their way back.
I discard the tearful ones and
some that bring upon a smile
fade away without my knowledge.
I was other day searching for a
memory I did not seem to
remember. Some vestige of it still
stuck onto me, irritating me with
my helplessness in not remembering.
And, not remembering what.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some memories just refuse to leave us, even when we don't want them in our heads, they just won't be gone. Lovely poem.