I And My Memories...

Memories are the real teacher,

These taught us as preacher.

These are wound healer and giver, 

But for me: only giver. 

Sad ending, anyone has seen, 

Through it, I have been. 

Repent is only with me: as friend, 

Goosebumps raised, if thought of that shocking end. 

Calamity fall as a curse on her, 

Spared her, if god I were. 

That earthquake, snatched everything from me,

In a second changed to I from we. 

Smile add glint to her face, 

Fringe hair were my fascinate base. 

Mustering courage to propose, god hasn’t gifted, 

Before I could think she was lifted. 

Beloved may you rest in peace, 

Since then just living but goodness has been cease.