While handling the cup of coffee
I remembered how things go wrong.
The guilt is still monotonous.
It's worst part of mine, that I hardly
forget the heart aches.
I will never forget the leaves that turned brown,
before I could turn back to them.
I will remember the dust that settled down
To ruin my window pane.
And how can I forget the rust on the metals
That show it's colour when it rains.
And I am sorry, I won't forget anything,
Till I fade away.
© Nazar
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