Propelled to
Another time

Sparked off

By a sound
The song
Played
In the background

Stirred up
Shadows
Digging up
Old photos

A whiff of perfume
Sends
My memories
In fume

Swallowing
Moments past
Each time
I taste that pie

Another pats me
The same way
Calling to mind
What you used to say;

Some things
Become off limits
Affluent in
Stories
Spots in the
Ordinary
Transformed
Into
A minefield

Memories have
A way to ****
The present day
Dragged downhill

Then at times
I wonder
Why things I love
Are marred

Not everywhere
You left a mark
It is I that
Allowed you
To linger
In my light

Connecting dots
When there are none
Connecting dots
That do not belong

I cease to be
Far-fetched
Some settings
Are not affixed

Here I am
Once again
In front of
The same same

But I beam

For the best
Way to get rid of
Memories
Is to create
New ones

That only I
Get to freeze.