I am forgetful.

In attempts to keep
my dearest things safe,
I hide them
very carefully
and forget.
Keys, dry flowers,
letters, earrings,
tickets I've travelled on,
love.
Often I find them
lying around
in folds of sweaters,
under pillows, in food cans,
in old books,
in hearts.
Often I find them
when they are
not needed anymore.

- Swarup