Poem: Just a memory

I wrote this poem with a somber mood, particularly at nobody — but some ghosts of my past. So, run with me on this. If you like it, it is fine. Else, join my ghost list.

Poem: JUST MY MEMORY

Now I know that
I am walking dead
Than walking wounded
For I don’t exist for you

I am the one, they say
But for you, I am nothing
Like that unusable currency
Just a wad of paper, into the bin.

I wonder what it takes
To pull that string in your heart
For I don’t hear any tune
It is all silence, maybe I am deaf.

I will not forget this day
When you just walked past me
With a wild, wicked grin
Painfully, to my chagrin.

For there will be a day
You will listen to my music
After I am long gone
You will miss the moment,
But hold just my memory.

- Ashok Subramanian © 2023