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.

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