#WritcoPoemPrompt9
A stolen morsel more precious than gold,
A stolen shirt to keep out the cold,
There is no price to hunger,
There is no price to shelter,
There is no price to kindness
there is no reason your existence
Then what is expensive
what is that one thing which has more value than anything
Is there is anything like that
Yes there is;
My tears, that you spent every minute in your memories
My happiness when you were with me
My surprises which you give me
My scary nights which were beautiful in your arms
and finally my darkness when you left me
It was always about us when we are together and when we are separated well
It was all about our memories which are with are with us now and which will be with us
We may live or may die
we may stay together or we may departed from each
It was always our memories that will cherish no matter where our souls are it may be on earth or it may on heaven
It is always about us and it will always going to be us
Together and forever we will always us
© Manasa