Anamnesis Of The Unforgotten

By Amana J Kumar

From the empty walls

In the darkness crawls,

Your memories that remain,

To prick the wounded heart again and again,

It's everywhere trying to the erase the etched in vain,

Your scent in the petrichor of summer's first rain,

Our blurred moments in the lonely night's gale,

Even the moon in the sky my dear tells our tale,

Your last words echo in the winter’s coldness,

Yet in spring warms my heart the Remnants of your fondness,

In the silvered mirror that just reflects your presence, 

Now my existence is just fragments of your essence.

By Amana J Kumar