Your Memoirs

all these have been
your memoirs
you have ceased to exist
but i keep you alive
at heart

collecting small things
the first rose
which has faded in colour
yet brings a smile
into my melancholy life
your bracelet
i keep in my bag
your letters
the white sheets
turning yellow
but to me they appear
to be crimson red
ever shining with love

the time when
we had been together
i told you
my life would be
a misery without you
it would be hard
to continue in a world
full of strangers
yet i live
and what keeps
me alive is
your memoirs
your old memories
which aren't old

all these have been
your memoirs
you have ceased to exist
but i keep you alive
at heart
hence i am alive