Reminiscence

Little over a decade, since she left,

Folding her wings, leaving me bereft.

Her belongings still lie all over the place-

Intentionally; so I still feel her presence,

Reminiscing over good times we spent.

Her bedroom remains my personal space,

Touching her spectacles lying in the case,

Reminded of the times she kept searching,

Only to find it stuck on her forehead,

Then followed uncontrollable laughing.

Her clothes still hang in the closet,

I open- her smell wafts into my face.

As I run my fingers on every fold of her dress,

Memories rush back of friendly banters,

Arguing over what colour suited her best.

They told me I should stop grieving,

Not cling on to her belongings,

Let go; move on; time would heal pain;

But they know not, in this personal space,

I reminiscence; walk into memory lanes.