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Remembrance

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Do  I walk down
The streets of
Nostalgia?
Connecting those dots,
Or move on?
Knowing you’re safe-
Beyond any place
That pain gets to you.

Do I mirror a life
Lived with you?
Or step out of
The Image I’ve built
On, and of you?

I loved you.
And had to let you go.
For, you had to.

What I am glad about
Is this.

What you left me with.

Your love.
The house
I live in

Today.

23 April, 2015

That place, where the past surges, always. But prophetic, today.

That place, where the past surges, always. But prophetic, today.

Two years ago this day, she left us, on the drive back home, winging her angelic way over the Rainbow bridge. This morning as I drove that way, with my Kuttan and Mia, I took a running pic of the place, out of the window of the car. What I found later, on examining the picture was a flash of identity 🙂 Couldn’t not help think that she was waiting there for us to pass by this morning, to tell me this 🙂 (No, it has nothing to do with the house in the pic! 🙂 ) Who? She. (LINK  )

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Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

3 thoughts on “Remembrance

  1. To the house, the dots are not joined
    ‘Tis just where Chinnu was purloined
    On this anniversary
    She shares a sweet memory
    And that’s how NaPoWriMo#23 was coined!

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