Every song rings with them, their bittersweet echoes seep into the melodies
Every photo bring us back to a time we yearn for
Every day marks the beginning of another love, another loss, another memory
We are polluted with memories
We create memories every day
And each new one never really leaves
It simply manifests itself in a different facet of our lives
Be it a place,
A song,
A shirt,
A person,
The possibilities and triggers are endless
Living with them will bring everything from tears to joy
We may be poisoned by them
Or we may be lifted by them
But they are there, whether we like it or not
And just like the coffee stain on my desk
My memories will never leave me

It was a lifetime ago since we last spoke,
One month, twenty-three days, ten minutes, thirty-six seconds to be exact.
The silence you left between us filled the empty parts in my heart.
Waiting for the day, the time when you would possibly miss me too,
I needed you to stay.
It was a sunny afternoon, when I saw you hand in hand with someone new,
All I wanted was to tell you,
tell you how much you missed, to thank you,
thank you for the memories of a love that wont fall through.
And in that moment I  could've sworn we'd never be the same again,
It doesn't matter what you say or what you do, it'll always be her over you

He's my best friend
Growing up always told me stories
Inspired me to write
Be funny entertain a crowd
Hard to impress but work it
Once you get a laugh or smile
He's my hero
Gives me advice
Helps when times are tough
Let know supportive
My career choice
Thankful and bless for this man

Take a long drive to see the theater production
called "Your Life" in front of me.

I take it in letting my imagination float
and get wrapped in the reality of you and me.

The plot will thicken and the suspense grows
the desire will bring the ******, then resolution.

But by the time it leads to the final scene, I'm upset,
as there is no happy ending, just confusion.

So now I leave the stage with disapproval and hurt
thinking how I just wasted my time.

Unwilling to accept the fate of this show
I wish to re-write it with my own rhyme.

Spending hours upon hours pondering new ideas
of how to end this show perfectly

Rejecting every possible outcome I write
trying to elude the feeling of misery.

However, I can't give up or stop trying
this play must not go sulky.

I must keep on making endings
to complete the thespian in me.

for your thoughts
for your wishes
for our distance
for your kisses
for clichés
for the comfort
for 365 days
for many more
for silly honesty
for seasons slipping by
a dozen, bright red roses
for a love that keeps us
high

Stranger...
I know you
Beyond the screens
Even in the silence
That surrounds me...
I hear you chuckle and laugh

Stranger...
Conversations we have
Only words unheard
Unuttered go by...
But they mean much more
Than the sound of spoken word
That resonates over my tympanum

Stranger...
Across the different metros
Sits you and I
Yet we connect and continue
In our journeys
To our own goals
Parallel paths drawn...
Yet some common thread
Linking us all

And I feel you
At one hand's distance..
That is the connection
I have..
Strange are the ways of communication
It dissolves strangeness
Into an unexplained acquaintance!