I keep your belongings,Our belongings; safe;For the day we will reconcile
I have:An orange diary of ours, that we shared,A handmade diary you made meon my eighteenth birthdayTwo copies of a journal whichpublished your writingsA pair of yellow pantsscribbled with ‘Om’A pair of blue harem pants youbought for me from a beachA ‘Save Sharmilla’ tee-shirt, you lent meon a rainy eveningwhen I went to court another womanA cracked brown bangleAnd memories of you safely tucked away