Could you please pack all my stuff
And send it over to my new place?
My shattered dreams
And my unrealised wishes
My tear soaked pillow
My drowsy mornings
The laughter filled evenings
And the whispered sweet nothings.
And as you gather these things
Could you please look for my smile too?
I also want back those movie ticket stubbs
The photograph of us drenched in rain
That lingering kiss I planted on your shoulder.
Once I have all my stuff
I hope you will permit me to bury it in any which way.
For you walked out of my life,
Without a backward glance
But I am still in the habit of seeking your permission for everything.