When something is lost,
As my keys were,
One searches for it
With varying degrees
Of diligence and desperation,
We trace and retrace our steps,
Looking in the same spaces
For the same thing
With the same result,
But wearier each time
Until at last the item
Is retrieved and found,
In that case by you,
Keys sun-glinting
In your hand
A wonderful shared moment,
Relief and triumph,
A happy weariness
At laying eyes upon the lost
Now found,
Yet how does it work,
This new dynamic?
Because what is lost
Is right here in my heart,
She can be hugged and yet
Is still
Utterly
Lost
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 1:49 PM UTC
When something is lost,
As my keys were,
One searches for it
With varying degrees
Of diligence and desperation,
We trace and retrace our steps,
Looking in the same spaces
For the same thing
With the same result,
But wearier each time
Until at last the item
Is retrieved and found,
In that case by you,
Keys sun-glinting
In your hand
A wonderful shared moment,
Relief and triumph,
A happy weariness
At laying eyes upon the lost
Now found,
Yet how does it work,
This new dynamic?
Because what is lost
Is right here in my heart,
She can be hugged and yet
Is still
Utterly
Lost
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