the golden moon

I wish (07/07/2025)

Those memories would fade,
Burnt down to ashes and blown away by the wind
Though I lose my memory,
I'll be cursed with the longing.
Longing to be held,
Seen, heard and felt.
Though you forget the thorn that pricked
Though you forget that you bled and weeped
You still remember
The pain you felt
I wish
Those memories would fade
And Along with those,
My heart blown away.

                                   -Hemachandra 🌙