i've lost many things
like my favorite pen
and my other sock
and you

you only know you've lost these things
when you can't find anything to write with
or when only one foot becomes frigid,
but losing someone,
losing someone is different

you never empty your pockets for them
or frantically search under beds
in hopes to find them hiding there
and you can't forget them in the bottom
of your messy closet
or in the cup holders in your car

it's a lot harder to find someone
when they're echoing in your heart
and pulsing through your head,
still in every part of you-
yet your arms remain
empty