I wiped the dust off
that clutter over my memories
the ones that bear your name.
But boldface, it refuses to be erased
Imprints that are etched
deeper than I can imagine.
As it clings onto its torn-tattered chord,
I picked each one putting them together
Hoping to close this chamber somewhere in the corner of my heart.
But, My heart string stops me saying,
“it loves the clutter you make,
that little zinger of life you have added
So, let the memories remain
For it wouldn’t know how to live an uncluttered life without you now “
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