Antara Jha

Old Clothes

I’ll still be there somewhere,
While you,
Unpack the tightly packed suitcase of my body
Taking everything out.
Make little piles,
Of things that belong together,
On top of your new bed.
You’ll find new barren shelves
To stack these up in.


My heart will sit at the bottom of the rack,
The shirt that’s never worn.
Until one day you decide,
To stow it away,
In a fit of Spring Cleaning.
Along with your sweaters
Far away with other ideas of warmth.


You’ll wear some part of me,
Like an old college T-shirt.
A little worse ...