CONVENIENCE

Do you remember where
We had first met?
Or the very first words
That either of us uttered?
Because I do not.
Neither do I recall
How you and I have
Come to be what we are

Does that make me
Heartless or carefree
In your soulful, condescending eyes
Simply because I could not
Hold on to fleeting thoughts
Which I had then intended
Without ever intending to look back
Regardless of good or bad

Is it not ample validity of
My sincere efforts that I remember
Not your favourite colour
But your precious scent
That pumps through my conscience
As I submerge myself in composition
Of unspoken sins and tragedies
Acknowledged as per convenience

-K.G