As memories flood like a dream

I wonder how far I have walked.

The hurts given and suffered,

The moments spent and remembered,

I revisit them again and again

Like a tourist but never aloof and distant.

I wish to undo a few actions

But for many I don’t have any revulsion.

Those warm shadowy evenings

Spent with my parents.

Those long, sometimes unbearable walks, with my dad,

The fights with my mom and her warm callings-

As fresh and near

As these flowing tears.


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