Memory, A Habit

Your memory has become a habit these days
At times it feels like you have become a part of my very breathe
Tears never shy away from showing up
The room, the bed, the words I cant explain
Everything seems to be trying to remind me of you
I try forgetting the last few episodes of our movie
Am I not good at forgetting things? My skill falls behind here
Yesterday I woke up in the night coz I Was feeling unwell
Young as I am, I felt uneasy taking a breathe
First thing that popped in my mind was you
How you suffered for these many years
And still maintain a confident posture
While none of us, not even one could understand what you were really going through
My friend, this pain is too much to contain
I wish I could burst in tears and cry out loud
Or gain the courage to face the memories
Tell me how to be strong like you used to when I Was weak
Lend me your strength
My father, there are a million things I would like to talk about
It has almost been an year now,
I wish I could just drink wine and forget
But you aint just a memory
The source of my dreams, my life, my everything
My father, I really wish I could just talk to you
I know not why I write these. I wonder if this makes you sad
To see me like this. Broken.