I open the door; you look at me strangely.
I sense it again so I smiled back nervously.
Then I handed your favorite cup of coffee,
And sat beside you with my ukulele.
Gladness filled me, when you no longer leer.
There I started to sing you a lullaby, dear.
It was a happy song with happy lyrics,
Yet every time I play, it felt melancholic.
You rocked the chair we made together.
Then laid your head on my shoulder.
Then you started to talk about your lover.
“Timid, yet a time bomb of fun.” You bragged about her.
“That summer, we talk like someone long I knew,
Then it was fall, and so I was to her too.”
It was astonishing for you to remember.
The very first day you first met her
“We spent two years before we finally decide,
At a log cabin we planned to reside.
I knew I wanted to grow old with an Eve
Because I knew I don’t need an Adam to live.”
It was funny yet sometimes it was not.
Though I knew I was her you’re talking about.
It wasn’t the memories; it was my face you forgot.
Just thankful, your love for me didn’t burn out.
Every waking day, in your eyes, I’m a stranger.
Unless, I gave you something familiar to remember.
Day by day I thought ways newer than before.
Like taking photographs, that will last longer.
Despite your forgetfulness continues to outweigh
Despite your wrinkled hand and hairs turned grey.
My love for you dear will never wither away.
Because you’re everything to me, Okay?
