To look back and search for your sweetest dreams,
Where you might have dropped it, along this journey.
Sustaining just few recollections of this lifelong path,
Succumbed to this path of non-infringement.
Had no time to gather fallen memories,
Those very memories that complete us,
Now bears no trace of recognition
Or, of those long gone days of our union.
Then you stumble on to a friend
Who opens the gateway of days behind.
How beautiful were those simple deeds, you gather
Like Mr. Amnesia, on its pathway to reconstruction.
Come one and another, refreshing those dormant days;
And slowly but surely, the picture begins to take shape.
Some are lost forever, some wait to be unearthed,
Until someday, my life, will be picture perfect exquisite.