I Shall Find You Again

Myriad of memories,

The little islands that we have become,

And the synapses which have lost connection,

With ink blots on the page.

The incongruous mutterings, voices that waits to be heard,

It's been long since I've been warm,

The exhausting interplay of memories,

The strange smell of the man beside.

His presence makes me feel your absence,

And the hands that do not know its ways,

Try to clench the spirit,

Failing miserably at each attempt.

It's been long since I've been a free soul,

The clattering on railway tracks,

Wind that brought your smell once,

Have been long forgotten.

The idea of your skin rubbing against mine,

Your breath on my lips,

As the train paces up,

Seems like a distant memory.

As I sit here now,

The smell doesn't seem familiar anymore,

The creases on the bedsheets,

Is starting to fade away.

The unabating struggle,

To picturise you now,

And the half-lost memories,

Leaves me helpless.

It's not me, you must trust,

It's the memories that are responsible,

Maybe I'll find you again, maybe in some other memory,

I shall find you again.