The memories haunts me in fragments,
whenever the breeze blows your laughter,
echoes with it like a dancing ghost.
Sometimes it dies and I am forgetting
you for weeks, but again the leaves
conspires against the tree and
your voice starts to play hide and seek.
Some days are isolated too, when the wind
is just wind, no memories, no aches.
And it let me breathe, Thinking you’ve decided
to slip out from my mind.
Until, the sunlight hits the water and it’s shimmers turns on the reminder.