Have I not, sure as can be,
failed to remember you, how it feels
to banish you in memories.
To be restored to love,
be forgotten, to fragment
Is a way as we are —
to be distracted and be reconciled!
To be in fragments
Torments impatiently fret.
Love, as hope revived, lasts.
In deference to friendship.
We regain those days
as gentle as passing air,
Memories adrift and overlooked.
Copyright : Siskin Welkin