Times Poem by Akhil Zoomin

Times



You said
All the times
Are not ours
but,
memories
memories are ours

It is a gift
from your sweet hear

saying these words
she left me and
vanished into empty space

where our smart phones
Our modern technology
Our satellites
which will not and
never reach her

Friday, March 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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