I love my amygdala,
How it filters the good moments to keep,
And fade out the bad memories,
Or should I say, people we thought could take up enough storage space

The grass which was lush green,
With Freshly sown seeds,
Until They became weeds,
The smell which persisted effortless,
But grew tainted over time...

The smell of this memory,
I don't want to re-live,
The apology he needs to make,
And he becomes someone I need to
Or have to forgive,

To unlearn the smell of our memories...

~Nidhi Parikh