MELODIES OF MY MIND

all the rooms in my mind , 

take me back to you, 

all the conversations of my brain ,

 suggests me to quiet your very idea.

All the questions of my mind ask me questions about how we ended,

and I have no answers.

All the poems I wrote from this heart

carry your fragrance,

a testament to how much of a bloodbath I endured to be with you,

when I should have left.

Yet eventually, I lost the essence of your fragrance

and your indifference

in the melodies I bemoaned.

Leeza