Behold

I hold these bits and pieces of affection,

The affection that I get from here and there...

I hold it close to my heart...

And recreate the memories and make them last longer than they are...

It’s the only strand that keeps me alive

Please don’t take it away from me...

It is in those memories that I live; the person you see is just a reflection...

The day the memories are gone, I shall cease to exist...

You are the soul witness, as all others have already buried my memories...

In these memories I crave for that love...

Is it too much to ask?

Is it really a lot or is it me who has fallen short.