Fading Memories

Nisha Tandon posted under Poetry Tale-a-thlon S2: Poetry on 2022-08-08

I hold a picture in my wrinkled hand Incessant tears flow like a restive stream I make no efforts to hold them back They continue to trace my sallow cheeks The picture holds remnants of friendship Its fragments scattered with passage of time Distances slowly grew between us There's no hope of our paths ever crossing   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!