When Memory is Painful

 

Will I always remember,
The scent of you as we hugged?
Will I always remember,
The creases on your hands, aged with work?
Will I always remember,
The joy in your smile as you painted a masterpiece?
Will I always remember,
The way you'd dig deep into your purse and fish out anything we needed like magic?
Will I always remember,
The way you sang songs in your own inimitable melody?
Will I always remember,
The taste of your rasam, in your trademark style?
Will I always remember,
The way you loved us, pure and unconditionally?


Could I ever revisit, every memory we shared together?
Could I ever relive;
Every time I clasped your hand as we crossed the road?
Every walk we had in the neighborhood,
Every time we'd shop together for me,
Every journey we've shared together
Except this last one, you're on, by yourself.