Do Love forget Lovers? The blue coffee mug, the plates and bowls. Augmented memories of empty house. A white mug now, a different plate, It's all changing, yet unchanged. The pressure cooker by the sink, unwashed. Love knows how much I hate, yet again I touch. The shelves once filled with tantrums, Cooking isn't fun anymore. The sunset, the balcony, a cup of tea. The sound of the clock doesn't echo anymore. Yet just yesterday, I dipped my biscuit in the tea, My love how much I wonder misses us in dreams. The best memories made in love, I wonder if love forgets the lovers who lived a dream