when you walked in
with your mind still damp
from the monsoon that
has engulfed the city
a month after it should've...

i was spooling my thoughts
into brightly coloured strains,
reeling them in slowly
carefully wrapping them up
for safekeeping.

among a hundred identical
neatly labelled jars,
you could try to find yourself.
it's always all been here,
i only ever pretend to forget.