A Whiff Of Memory

If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent,

There would have been so less to cry for,

There would be so much less to repent,

All I had to do then was,

Sniff a spray and feel,

The emptiness- to avoid me from making same mistakes again,

The love in those memories that helped me heal,

Don't you crave for it,

Like I do?

To sometimes reminisce the moments that have passed,

And relive them too?

They come and go - my prized possessions-

Like flashes of light, fading away,

Oh! How I wish, I could have that bottle of memories,

Breathing them in every time,

Living them each and every day!!!