Met my password


Met my password, met my favorite song
I met him after quite a long
He’s so different now
Unlike my memory’s bough,

On which he’s raised
Like a pedestal glazed.
I remember him irking,
And my laughing

I was always so positive,
with him around
Was his presence the additive
Or was I confound.

He is not the same
My memory of him stands in fame.
Perhaps, the person, the pedestal
were just a version of the spectacle.

Now I have a little inkling,
It is now dawning upon my being
Maybe I just loved the version of me
when I was with him.

Copyright © Aug. 11, 2018, Ketki Joglekar

Image source: Pixabay


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