How in the middle of several worlds, we met
Do you remember?
Oh! but I never have been a thought in your mind, have I?
Only a formless form, a colour?
And how my heart rose in my chest—
When all you said was a ‘Hi’
—And choked my throat
For all reply.
Do you remember, love?


And what of my comical heartbeats, love
Do you remember them too?
And the blood, looking for wit that rushed to my temples
Like remember I do.
And how shyly you smirked, noting it
And how you broke my heart
For how much I love your full smile
Told you from the very start!
Do you remember, love?

And most of all my smell, love
Oh! Do tell me you remember
Like I remember yours
And how it has dulled my senses, forever!
I fancy how you remember me
Pray tell me, is it my smell or 'the idea of my soul'?
Or are they one and come together
And make my memory whole?

And how in hushed tones we talked
When started I with a smile, ‘I am bereft,
Sweetheart, of life and other such things, how anyway, have you been?’
And we spoke a little more when suddenly you left
And my tongue on my heart tripped
And I have ever dwelt in the confines of that moment, my love… clipped…
To that last word I half-uttered…
Oh! What was that word?
Do you remember, love?