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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