I wish I could lose your memories
Just like how I would lose one of my socks
Into thin air, it disappeared
Without a word
Without an adieu
Where did I keep it?
In the drawer? On the shelf? Under the bed?
Where? It’s gone!
But the one sock that stays back
Keeps pricking me, keeps agonizing me
About the loss of the other sock
Every morning as I rush with my chores
Every morning as I brush away my thoughts
I wish I could lose you somewhere in those
Little holes in my pocket
It was there, but it is gone
Without a word
Without an adieu
Where did my coins go?
I dig deeper, turn the pockets upside down
Where? It’s gone!
But the clink of the coins that rings into my soul
Every time I move, every time I gasp
Keep piercing me, keep poking me
About the loss of the clinking coins
Every morning as I rise up with excruciating pain
Every day as I go around with my daily chores
And, I realized you are the pretty white gown
With scarlet wine stains
Too precious to be thrown away
But not too fit to be adorned on a Sunday
I wish I could lose you even as I know I can’t
