Bells of my past are ringing slowly

Somewhere at the back of my mind

And I recall two fading silhouettes

What I can give for time to rewind!

Oh! I am such an imperfect human

My memory is not so good you see

I remember them hidden in curtains

Not so clear, how I wish I could see!

Somewhere I hear echoing laughter

Erupting from two so carefree souls

And I feel light steps on those floors

That fill, in my memories, the holes

I can still inhale a long lost fragrance

Of withered pages and the dry roses

The sunlit alleys in that town library

Still try to reflect in as the door closes

I squint my eyes to look past shadows

To clear this haze covering my eyes

But I can't make out their lovely faces

As they span all the clouds and skies

My fingers rub this woolen sweater

That I'm still wearing after all years

I keep washing and wearing it again

To hold on to my memory that wears

A sweet-bitter taste rolls in my mouth

And in middle of this amnesia, I see

As I sit in the love seat by my window

You, me and two warm cups of coffee