Why do you hide me
to plaster a smile on your face
when you see them?
Why do you shred me in pieces
analyzing every angle,
tormenting your already tormented heart?
Why do you cradle me
with your favourite old school tune,
and drown in nostalgia,
on a lazy Saturday afternoon?
Why am I kept in this dusty part of your mind that is always so foggy
that you have a hard time accepting if I ever was real?
Why do you keep years worth of love stored away…
Is perhaps what the memory would say, if it could question the mind.
poetry and image copyright neha 2019
Napowrimo Day 6
Did not get a chance to post yesterday so will be posting Day 6 and Day 7 today.
forgottenmeadows 
April 7, 2019 at 11:36 am
Beautifully stirring Neha.
April 9, 2019 at 9:18 am
Thank you so much Holly!
April 9, 2019 at 10:21 am
❤ welcome always!
April 7, 2019 at 12:06 pm
Fabulous 😎🥀🥀🥀
April 9, 2019 at 9:18 am
Thank you so much!
April 7, 2019 at 5:32 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
April 9, 2019 at 9:19 am
Thank you so much!
April 9, 2019 at 4:26 pm
You are very welcome so much.
April 10, 2019 at 11:46 am
Very poignant..what memories does to our mind..and who knows why?
April 11, 2019 at 12:03 pm
true, thank you Megha!