Reflections On Filtered Memories Poem by Anitha Vijayakumar

Your words, like mirrors, caught my gaze,
Reflecting pieces of a love I once knew,
Not for the pain that grew in silence,
But for the beauty that blossomed, fleeting but true.

You chose to remember the light,
Though shadows lingered, sharp and cold,
You held on to the warmth, the spark,
When love, even brief, made you bold.

In your echoes, I see myself,
Choosing the fragments that heal,
Not the ones that tore me apart,
But the ones where love felt real.

For we carry the weight of memories,
Not always for the hurt or the fall,
But for those moments that whispered, 'I see you, '
And in that glimpse, we found it all.

So I thank you, dear stranger of words,
For showing me what my heart already knew,
That love is not in how it ends,
But in how it begins, with a simple 'I love you.'