Memory | The Art of Poetry | Page 1

everything reminds me of you.
the places you've been to,
steps you've taken, stopped for a moment,
I can still trace your foot, precise length in miles,
the air you once breath, passes by me every once in a while,
the wind still has your remains, it leaves a scent of you.
the things you've once held, played with and mend,
still has the remains of your touch,
and I could feel you every one in a while in my palms,
it's like you're never gone,
as I can see you in each faces you've once conversed,
I even see you in my reflection,
smiling soft and trying to reach me, reach you,
I almost feel breaking the barrier of the mirror.
The food you loved, I can taste you in them,
the water you drank, I often drown in those thoughts,
hoping that you'd offer your hand, and pull me up,
the clothes you wore, reminds me of your fit,
the colors you filled me with in spring time,
even for a moment, I go back in time,
in those memories, I relish you,
everything reminds me of you,
and I wish to remember all of you.

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