love,

if you gave me a hair pin
i would not snigger
at how obsolete
that object might be

but would firmly grip,
to leave an impression
on my fingertips
and register its contours
a complementing mould

but i would keep in my pocket,
to form a false sense of security
everytime my courage breaks down on me
by animating it
under the covers of my denim jeans

but i would clip memories
good or bad
sandwiched
colated accordingly
for me to smile

but if you leave
the hair pin will lose all meaning
and it would slip
from my hand
form a hole in my pocket
firm documentation, no more

and maybe its time
for you to inform me
of this misfortune
before i wait
for that hair pin....