I And My Memories...

Memories are the real teacher,

These taught us as a preacher.

These are wound, healers and givers, 

But for me: only giver. 

Sad ending, anyone has seen, 

Through it, I have been. 

Repent is only with me: as a 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 me from us. 

Smile adds a glint to her face, 

Fringe hair was my fascinate's 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 ceased.