The Keys-Soumya Singh
I stood under a streetlight on the Abbey lane,
and watched you striding away.
I knew I would not be able to hold you back,
and my feelings couldn’t convey.
I held a souvenir that you gave me on our first anniversary,
and you broke it into pieces.
I wanted to take you to your desired places,
and you said you didn’t like those beaches.
I got my favorite cake from The Bager Shop,
and you couldn’t tell its flavor.
I sang our favorite song from The Coldplay,
and you couldn’t savor.
I held your hand and kissed your forehead,
and you started to shiver.
I brought a flower and clenched it hard,
and it started to wither.
I took you to the dramas we watched together,
and you couldn’t recognize the scenes.
I asked you whether you would like to continue your job,
and you said you no more liked marines.
I showed you our photograph when we got married,
and you said you couldn’t find the ring.
I apprised you with every little detail of our togetherness,
and my love for you couldn’t bring back everything.
I knew it would start to snow in the town,
and I gave you my coat.
I would never be able to see you again,
and it started to choke my throat.
I had a feeling of losing you after Amnesia,
and I kept hope even when you took my name wrong.
I had my world fall all apart beneath my feet,
and meanwhile, you said you couldn’t come along.
I gave you my last goodbye when the first snowflake touched your cheek,
and you took my hand under those basswood trees.
I said my home will always wait for you to come back to me,
and you smiled until you returned the keys.
“This is a narrative poem revolving around consequences of Amnesia and the change it brings”