How do I collect conversations
To make as museum out of them?
Heart-broken lovers and estranged ones
Collect tangible, inanimate objects
Which remind them
Of the ones they loved and lost.
But I didn’t have such privileges,
All I have are just broken strands of conversations
That we indulged in everyday
That relieved the strain of our unintelligible lives.
We sat down after each weary day
To leave behind the arduous task
Of attending conferences and meetings
That made decisions which determined
Someone else’s life,
To escape the monotony of our lonely lives
With our wives and boyfriends.
I am so afraid all of it will slip away.
How do I get a box to empty it out?
Those conversations concerning
The most trivial part of our mortal lives,
Of books and music, words and conversations.
And the one in which you told me
That you see my ghosts in alien places,
See me in every girl you come across,
That you have begun to hallucinate my images,
I had smiled, knowing little
How much it would cost us in future years.
So how do I preserve them?
Can you tell me a way?