Memories of Love

There are two memories that I can not part from,

Two memories of love, to be precise,

One of teenage love, of wild thoughts,

Another of a chance, matured meeting

So long, since I met you, long, long ago- June 2004,

Realities and dreams of late night walk, of holding hands, of the reassuring hug, of chats and one-odd dance,

And then a reality of parting and uncovering of truth until I said adios,

With Bitterness perhaps, tearfully, I would say

Then you appeared, I mean your look-alike- May 2007- a full three years later,

You sent that shiver down my spine- As I forgot the luncheon party and all I could see was you,

Of meetings then, and fights in plenty,

Ah! The reality strikes again, we are never to be together after all.

Two selfish people, two users of my soul,

I’d still love them dearly and always,

Strange love, I’d say, Stupid, you may call,

To think of it, was love ever straight?