The Memory Man

By S. Viswanathan

Memory man at this hour! Say what brings you to me?

Another mail? - From whom could this be?

Who are these strangers, whose mail you drop by?

Who talk like they know me, yet expect no reply.

Is it a dead letter? - That you so discreetly pass by,

Upon reading I scream "Eureka!", but you merely sigh.

You mosaic my brain with the relics of ones I acclaim,

And renew it by the hour, with such finesse in game.

Often you deliver what's mine to Her, and what's Her to mine,

But with joy we both do read - two tales in one line.

By S. Viswanathan