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.