I thought a thought yesterday
Fervently worked on it
Then set it free
Thinking if it were mine, it would return to me

I looked for it today
Hoping to gather it in my arms
A harvest of sorts
But it was already gone
It’s clues and remnants, none  

Next time I think a thought and fervently work on it
I need to remember not to set it free
Because if it were mine I should just keep it with me