There is so much getting lost in this place
And I don't mean things like a book or a pair of sunglasses that's been carelessly misplaced with the hope that it might be somewhere around if I just spent time looking for it.
No.
I have lost things that I will never find no matter how many pillows I look under.
Entire people have vanished
I'm so tired of losing
I've lost pencils and friends and almost-people
I've lost a brother and a father
And how much more am I going to lose?
When will I stop losing?
People start to leave just when I begin to understand how they fit into my life.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
There is so much getting lost in this place
And I don't mean things like a book or a pair of sunglasses that's been carelessly misplaced with the hope that it might be somewhere around if I just spent time looking for it.
No.
I have lost things that I will never find no matter how many pillows I look under.
Entire people have vanished
I'm so tired of losing
I've lost pencils and friends and almost-people
I've lost a brother and a father
And how much more am I going to lose?
When will I stop losing?
People start to leave just when I begin to understand how they fit into my life.
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