Living With Her Memories

When I wanted to share my life with her,

She became all my beautiful memories.

But she pushed me away, making me feel worthless,

In my heart, that brought deep sadness

So I started living with memories,

With the pictures in my mind that remind me of her.

I carry her not like a burden,

But like something heavy that I still value.

Now I spend my nights thinking about our talks,

Wondering with her what mistakes I made.

I only wanted something true and real,

It is not weakness, it is just my feelings.

The more I try to think of her,

The more pain I endure.

I am living with her memories,

But she lives her own life without remorse.

I feel happy with the past with her,

And I want her to be happy with a good future.

She will stay close in my heart,

Even when she is far away.

By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.