Memories

Are memories exhilarating or painful,

When my present questions my past,

Time gallops to the back without taking my permission? 

Landing me in your arms,

Time tells my breath to absorb your aroma to the potency. 

As my untiring breath engages itself, 

It drags the collar to leave you 

And come to the work field of the present

For resumption of life 

Where you have disconnected 

The thread of love for me.