Keepsake

If I take out my secret trunk,

You’ll find treasures

Immeasurable.

I have your first love letter

Of course.

That earring you gifted me

Whose only pair

Is remaining.

That coin we found

Lying on a mountain.

That yellowish shell

We picked at the beach.

That poem you wrote

On the restaurant napkin.

That broken wine glass

From that crazy fight.

That guitar pick

Whose songs are lost.

And the photograph

From the trek

Long long time.

You may take all my keepsake

If you wish,

Make me poorer by these treasures

Immeasurable.

Just give me back

Your heart

Which you took away

And locked between

Anywhere, somewhere and nowhere;

And I can’t find it,

I can’t find it.