It’s 10:09 pm
On a dark Wednesday night.
I slosh through the mud
Looking for what is lost.
Looking over ever rock,
Under every edge,
Even turning up the soil.
But I can’t see what is lost
For it has long fallen out of sight
So I cry three times.
Once for my loss
Twice for my love
Trice for good measure.
But nothing ever responds
In the dead of the night.
Nothing but echoes
Over the dark glass water.
As if I’m not the only one
Out looking for what is lost.

I shiver under the force of the breeze
Quaking in hopelessness
Imagining that with the wind
Comes little piercing daggers of blame.
If you had been more diligent,
Maybe things wouldn’t slip away.
If you had been a better person
Maybe luck would smile kindly.
If you had been well mannered
Maybe I would not be searching.
None of this makes sense though.
It could’ve been anyone’s fault
Even nobody’s.
But I blame myself
Because it’s easier than
Blaming someone else

Meandering back to my home,
Hearing the cries of the little girl
And the cooing of the kind mother,
I wonder what I’m really looking for.
Is my search just for a lost pet
Or do I cry for much more than that?
I call out for every precious moment
Between you and me that’s been
Wasted.
I cry out for those missed, subtle hints
That just might have changed my whole
World.
I scream out for you, my lost loves
Where ever you might be, I remember
You.
I shout into the night.
Waiting to see everything that is gone
Coming rushing happily back home.
But nothing responds on a dark
Cold
Hopeless
Miserable
Wednesday Night.