From A Long Time Ago

Your memories aren't as cold as I thought they had become,
Months go by I don’t remember a thing,
On a quiet, inky evening, a sudden gust of wind carries a memory of you,
Try as I may I can’t run far enough,
From all the little things you did and you said,
The way you called my name as if it belonged to you,
You laughed at my silliness; I wanted to make you laugh even more,
I wore all your good socks and tore them at the heels,
I coughed through the night, you were up in an instant,
And down came the wool cap on my head,
When you got me a gift, you kept biting at your nails,
Till you saw my ‘I love it’ smile.

I know I shouldn't remember all this,
It’s from a long time ago,
It’s not me; it’s the wind’s fault to make me remember how it once was…

The Song of the Sufi Masroof