Poems in a coffer

Every morning I wake up
with dreams of you
scattered on my pillow
lying silent and in deep slumber
as I slowly pick them up
one at a time
keeping them safe
in that deep dark corner
of my closet
just next to
a bunch of your memories
a couple of your heartbeats
and some verses from your poems
which I have treasured in there
as my secret possessions
my precious assets
and someday if we meet again
may be I will show them to you
and then you can take them home
and make them your own
or may be just set them free
or crush and throw them into a bin
and that would empty my closet
and leave me space
to store brand new dreams
brand new memories
brand new heartbeats
and brand new poems.

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