for something long lost (an old poem)

my mind and room

both in a disarray

and yet i still can't find it--

the thing i lost last winter

or last summer,

perhaps years ago.

when exactly? i wonder. 

but time has long since washed 

away my recollection of such things

and i find myself no longer remembering.

but i am still looking,

wondering if someone took it.

could it be at the bottom of their closet?

long forgotten, collecting dust,

or maybe i left it in a park 

somewhere, somehow.

will it come back to me?
will i wake up tomorrow and see it beside me?

the clock strikes twelve

and i am once again left here

with questions unanswered,

with lost things unreturned,

but it's getting late now

so i think i should go.

tonight i hope to sleep

like a child would, lying in their mother's embrace.

and when it's day again,

i will find myself repeating this cycle:

searching for things long lost, 

yearning for what i once had. 

5:25 p.m.

mar. 9, 2025