The blue denim with his deep, raw scent
The unclaimed toffees on his table where he painted me in words beyond words
The littered scrawls
the infinite consonants of love
where I took shape from shambles
the broken sunglass, those dreamy eyes that fathomed me
the frozen moment of a surreal twilight that melts me
the dewy cotton mouchoirs that blotted his breath.
i pilfered one by one
getting into his den
where our whispers and whimpers seeped through the walls
till the day the cot dismantled
and we broke like its parts.
Now I am made of all that I pilfered.