Misty Memories Poem by Latha Krishnan

Is that a human form approaching
Through the mist?
Man? Woman? Young? Old?
Wispy mist swirls around!
I cannot tell; the mist knows!
Like my brain mist that clears
As memory wins!
Then there's laughter and tears
Echoing and sighing around me
Heady first love coursing through
Our young hearts and veins
And disillusion crushing us when we broke apart!
Now why did this mist
And hazy form approaching
Unleash the past passion and pain?
Mist stranger walking like her!
No stranger! It is she, lost love!
Mist, cover me, I cannot face her!
Time, stand still!
Let her not know me!
Mist and memories converge
She smiles hands outstretched!
Is she there? Am I here?
Mist swirling, mind whirling!
Bare branch of tree
I am holding!