A Stroll down memory lane ...

Walking along the promenade ...
Suddenly out of the blue ...
Old memories cropped up in my mind ...
Images blurred first ...
But deep ...
Then all clear; crystal clear ...
Images from the past ...
walking along the promenade ...
But two decades earlier ...
Beautiful memories ...
Ones to cherish and relish in solo.

Wearing a mustard coloured dress...
Him by my side ...
Humming a song just for me ...
The communications specialist ...
How conveniently he communicated his love for me...
Outright blatant and blunt ...
Yet a gentle giant ...
Incorrigible was the word ...
He used to describe me ...
Incorrigible I was , I am still ...
He is no more ...
His memories linger on ...
The man in white ...
Shrouded in a mystery of his own.

A beautiful relationship ...
It lasted till his death ...
Continues to haunt me ...
Will so till my last breath.

None could replace him...
I know none can ...
The songs haunt me ...
Just like the memories ...
And, hold me back.

A stroll down the memory lane ...
A walk into the past ...
A jog into the life that was ...
A sprint past the rest.

The stroll turns into a brisk walk ...
A walk to reach the confines of home...
Lest someone sees the tears ...
Streaming down my cheeks.

A stroll down memory lane ...
Turns into a flood of tears.