As Memories Revisit

Twilight descends
on the minarets of the mind.
The pain swells
as memories revisit.

Pain is a stranger.
And though the heart is mine
it beats for others.
Why do the eyes well up?
It was, after all, a mere glimpse that I had.

Algae grows across
the pond of the mind
like a tenant one retains
to grapple
with one’s loneliness.

He claims
he fulfilled all the promises
I did not.
Who will ever decide?
Who has ever understood?
The crazy poet asks the skies:
“How come
the malleable sun
of January
is visiting me
in summer?”

As Memories Revisit

As Memories Revisit