He Reminds Me
HE REMINDS ME
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He reminds me back when I was thirty-one and he was thirty
Acquainted with him in the mid-month of humid February
He reminds me of fresh boiled tea, roti and chick pea
And the ceiling fan he took snaps for streak's continuity.
He reminds me of Japanese comics and series of anime
He read and watch them almost everyday
He reminds me of cricket, football and all the games he play
And the time when he sang Aurora's runaway.
He reminds me of streams, mountains and valley
Showed me pics and clips of the northernmost India's beauty
He reminds me whenever there's an outage of electricity
Shared struggles of life's complexity.
He reminds me that what keeps us going are money and responsibility
And we should be contented with it and just be happy.
He reminds me whenever I feel sleepy
Like him, I once was dependent on melatonin gummy.
He reminds me of his yellow-striped collared tee
How it hugged and clung his body perfectly
He reminds me of his jaw and chin so beard-y
How I wish I could caress them tenderly.
He reminds me now with everything I see
Darks were replaced with fresh, new memory
He reminds me even in the pettiest and in the smallest way
But those were just borrowed time, unfortunately.
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