Remember, how years ago,
I had gifted you a wallet?
It surely was an expensive choice
The salesman in his persuasive voice
Said it's been a favourite for theft.
Remember, how you said to me
It was the greatest gift?
You swore by its gorgeous hues
Ecstatic reds, midnight blues
Sentiments that fit.
Remember, how you promised
To use it night and day?
For all its multiple compartments
Could hold a thousand temperaments
And still not give way.
But remember, how you simply chose
To preserve it...