Traitor

Golden sky line in the evening poured your memories on me.. Again..
Pretty flowers in my book unhanded the sweet fragrance.. Again...
Holding it in with palms my mind took a deep breath.. Again.. to live the memories.. Again..
I don't know How many miles, how many relations, how many feelings I passed behind
and appeared again in your eyes.. In front of your eyes..
Neither anyone could notice nor you..
My mind who crossed many words, many boundaries can not be blamed.
How can I say to it that you are the traitor?