The reel

The reel

In some way or the other
Memories find their way,
In some form or the other
They creep into my heart,
And rewind the reel of life
Taking me back to the start.
And then again play
But on fast forward,
The film of my past,
As myriad images of myriad people, and moments begin to flash,
Both good and bad-
Both joyous and sad.
And they play on, until
They trace back to my aching heart,
And to me, in the present,
Where I sit in solitude
Watching, as they fall apart.

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