I grieve you 

because I fear 

that if I don’t,

I will forget you.

 

That I will find you 

in a forgotten pocket 

Like a 500 rupee note

out of circulation.

 

That I will reach 

into the pocket 

to warm cold hands 

and find you instead.

 

And then I won’t know

Whether to miss you

Or be guilty 

of not having missed you.

 

Saee Koranne-Khandekar

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