why does a single word, awaken memories,
buried far beyond the surface?
Why does a single image
bring back thoughts of long ago?
Why does a single whiff of perfume excite emotions,
thought to have died eons before?
why does the heart go soft and tears spring,
when the hand sifts through old letters?
Why the touch of old silken clothes,
brings back the feel of an age gone?
Why does the touch of a hand, rake
up the tendresses of the past?
Why can’t nothing ever remain the same?
why do we need to hold onto the past?
why should we ask so many whys?
In the midst of forgetfulness, awareness springs
its teeth like a trap buried in snow.
Catching us by surprise..
Making us yearn for what’s gone.
Savoring the past like
rich wine ripened over time.
Sweeter by the day, by the minute.
keeping the ghost of dreams and loves alive,
Why should we ask so many why’s?
enjoy, embrace and cherish
the days gone by.