You hated it all your life
yet you loved my curries –
how could you not know
it had the garlic,you loathed.
It never gave the peculiar aroma
that might have given it away
for that I was always thankful
since you relished so much the taste.
Each morning i would peel them
and store them in tiny container,
and to further hide it from you
i pushed them into the corner.
With time you forgot about me,
and i forgot the tiny garlic cloves
sitting in the same place all while
they turned into rotten stuff.
The sickening smell filled my space
like your memories trapped my heart
the garlic i could throw out of my home
I guess,that was the much needed start.
No more garlic , no more flavors, no stink
You loved , but no more , the feelings finally sink.