pain is comprised of memories…

~
pain is comprised of memories
the language of flowers decaying in a vase
dropping petals …..
~ Heather Brager
~
deep seated roots
often loop embedded
songs in my head
as Wordsworthian
daffodils swaying
in egg yolk sunlight
filtering yellow drops
on their moist
lips
…lisping in sing song
manner snatches of cherished
memories’ lilting strings
i suddenly feel close
to departed beloved
who’ve left ….
yet while leaving
kept heart’s
door slightly ajar
for memories
to seep in as needed
….
I croon under
my breath in my
mother tongue
as a faint scent
of “attar”
stealthily tickles nose
forming gooseflesh
on pores

my
widened
eyes behold
swirls of sandalwood
overhead
…..
then hands
gently gather
fallen ash
from joss stick
for safe keeping
….
as weaning
from pure love
can never
ever be
endured
~

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