I never knew,

Memories are held by bedsheet;

Untill I laid a new one on the only day

You came to visit.

I remember how you sat ;

On that particular space,

Where I jumped on ;

Just after the moment you left.

I haven't figured out yet.

Why I never washed that

Or laid again.

I can feel;

My bedsheet is soaked in memories and emotions.

A stain of love there, some drips of tears there,

A warm imprint of people who once held each other there.

I still catch myself running my hands

over things you touched,

looking for the echoes of your fingertips.

From the book to the floor;

Now just Your smell they spreads.

I laid the same bedsheet today

Though its kinda squished.

And I still find your voice

On the crease.

I feel your smell;

That's sticked as a greese.

Now I cant even step on it!

I vibe; you are there exactly

on that sheet.

That was also the first time;

I bowed on anybody's feet

Kissed them and greeted.

Now I lost the world but

Found self as an entity of your regime,

I just recalled these;

Just..

By the memories held by this bedsheet,

That I laid on the only day;

You came to visit.

By Deepshikha Bhardwaj

From: Nepal

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