A song in memory of every dear one

A song in memory of every dear one
Could there be such a thing?
Yes, why not?
Would it not be liberating?
Reminiscing and remembering,
One at a time,
Enjoying freedom with the memory of just one;
Yet being able to switch over,
As though wired with switches!

Justify

Emotions in packets;

Carefully sealed

Fitted into the right pockets of the brain and mind

The user knew exactly when to feel and sense each pocket

Something as easy as blinking, that’s how easy it was

Yet there was a problem;

That of Justification...

The hands slipped into each pocket with great ease

Yet the memories lingered and decided to taunt;

Demand justification:

One is better than the other- that could not be declared

For the bond was varying.

There was then a mad scurry for justifying herself over and over again...

Strands of hair

Brazenly blazing past the corporate floors

Walking back and forth across levels

She spread a certain air of cheer around

It’s a man’s world out there- fully!

Suddenly men seemed to be all around

Until now it never mattered

But now, she saw strands of hair

On the gleaming corporate floors

The strands belonged to her

She’d silently whisper to herself

And move them aside with the sole of her footwear

Or even safely clasp the strands in her hands

And bin them when no man is seeing...

The strands of hair have almost become her insignia

Marking her presence in the cabins and floors

Like bread crumbs in the story of Hansel and Gretel...