Dilection
Was it love? I know not. You were a member
of my laterigrade moves. Incognito we become
ourselves like some of me: sans tags I trudged.
It was a phase of intermezzos: petrichor never
was as redolent. Love danced, drank, ditched
with vigor as it is wont to. Other than that my
mantel is empty. Memories are for monkeys.
Sanjeev Sethi has authored three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest. His poems are in venues around the world: 3:AM Magazine, Morphrog 14, Tower Journal, Peacock Journal. He lives in Mumbai, India.