Memories Poem by Arti Chopra

Memories are all that I have,
of our times together,
the good,
the bad,
the passion,
the unbelievable exhilaration,
the fading away,
the cessation,
memories are all that are left...
.
your charm,
your wit,
your beloved face, '
those eyes,
lit up with your laughter,
your uncomparable sense of humour,
the gaze,
that made me curl up inside,
me hanging on
on the mobike ride,
hearing your heartbeat,
that now was for me,
or so I thought...

memories are all I have....
but it was not to be,
it was a sham,
a lie,
a practised deception,
taking advantage of
tender youth,
emerging feelings,
love in its inception.
you an old hand at this, .....

me a novice,
sincere,
warm,
trusting,
questing,
then giving,
all I owned,
.
now its only,
those thoughts,
those golden moments
etched in my mind,
forever,
seared into my brain
always to remain,
and give me succour,
in those hours of hopeless longing,

and yearning,
and searching,
and wondering,
why was it not to be....
why did you leave me...
memories are now
my lover,
my companion,
my saviour,
and so I will be faithful to them,
not leave them,
not desert them,
befriend them,
and tend to them....
for I know
for a certainity that,

memories are all that I have.