Slowly the memories are getting washed away,
People already left her; no one to forever stay.
But there is a person still not tired of her,
His face lights up at her sight with bright colour.
She is getting old by age but young at heart,
As if her life is rewinding to the very start.
Last week she was eighty and remembered him perfectly,
Today she lost ten years and questions him with doubt.
She is losing her mind but she is not scared,
Losing him will be the end she always feared.
But as she move towards youth she begins to forget,
Who is this old man by her side she has never met.
Slowly she turns twenty and the man is a stranger,
She does not believe him to be related to her.
One day she asks him to leave her alone,
She is now twelve with eight more years gone.
With her, the man is dying a slow death,
Seeing his love approach an end is a hard wrath.
He wishes for some miracle to save her life,
But this disease is deadly which love cannot revive.
As she passes on from childhood to the age of one,
The man loses all hope for this to be undone.
She is now in her mother’s womb looking into his deep eyes,
And she remembers him one last time for the love easily never dies.
As she closes her eyes the man too takes his last breath,
All this pain will no more be there in the aftermath.
And together they rise up to the heavens,
Hands in hands basking in love forever they raven.
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