Not Quite Forgotten! Poem by sreelekha premjit

Having forgotten
having buried deep down
having hurled aside like an unwanted weed
having moved on

I stood at crossroads

That though uprooted stayed
that though discarded never left me
that though unwanted like a weed
refused to budge

So I swayed

from memory to forgetting
from hazy to crystal clear
from hurt to cold shouldering

Sometimes my memory chided me

what's that you hold and why?
where is the place for such foolishness in maturity?
what is the point of forgetting
what you hold close in memory?

I sighed! ! !