what was going through your head when you met me?

what were you thinking?

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I give the house key to
The new owner and leave
Without looking back.
The last sandbag of
Memory is gone.
The wind is stirring.

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Time and Memory

Life is not all about good things & bad things
Life is also about different things in life, which are part of life
Like surprises, they are also part of life.

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letting go..
realizing my memories
of us were only stories
I had written…

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Conflicts are part of life

Definitely things change,
a lot of things change.
What remains from past in present serve as memory,
the present is left to ascertain future.
Life continues.

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Dad and the third man

I could watch Orson Welles speak all night long,
and do, in those deep gravelly sketches I see my dad
and me and light on Harry Lime.

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The tremble in the heart.

The #sound of key and lock.

So many comings and goings.


Each is


until it is not.

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Memory lanes

these unevenly paved streets,
cracked well worn concrete,
are fragments of me and
as I walk them, the picture,
in this puzzle, emerges

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