Of Love and its memories

Moments unlike photos
cannot be cropped
to look perfect

they either are
fragrant like the beloved's eyes
or cold like the
words from a
broken heart

the soul
is a travelling cemetery
of moments
buried
so that moving on
is just painful and heavy
not impossible

If love was just a word
like any other
it wouldn't
have the baggage of
fabled lovers and
failed love stories

I would dip it
in my evening cup of tea
take a bite
and forget all about it .