The cage of memories

I don’t know what made me write today Maybe it came from looking at that violin The violin that reminded me of those evenings The evenings when you were with me... It had been a long day at work And somehow I found my way back Back to the same place again and again The place that does not exist anymore Now I find myself near the riverbank Missing that sound of the violin, as the sun sets down The final rays falling like gold on my face Oh, how I wish you were here right now Now the grass flutters in the wind The trees swaying give me deja vu How I remember chasing that butterfly down The butterfly is still there, yet to be chased Now, as I look at that old violin… I tried to play it myself, just like you did I realized it was out of tune But that smell took me to that place, the same place That sapling we planted a few days ago… Grew into a huge mango tree With mangoes, shade, and leaves, all that we wanted But who do I share the mangoes with? A certain pain clenches my stomach. When I see the butterfly, the mangoes, the violin, and the river But the violin caught dust, and the mangoes can’t be shared But the riverbank still has that smell And the butterfly continues to be there, yet to be chased