Graveyard of Memories

i’m still at the same place

sitting by the same old lamp

where we penned

a tale, a poem, a song for the ages

while listening to same old music

 

in void of your voice

and the letters you used to fly

from your place

i’m wishing on every star

for a force to come by and tell me

is it over now or is it an illusion?

 

my mind is my graveyard

a death place of my happiness

that keeps stabbing daggers

by bringing back memories

 

i looked up your name

not once, twice or thrice

but thousands of time with my each cry

i see you’re doing good

by locking me in a cage

and throwing away in the sea with the key

leaving me to drown and die