Untitled for Now
I have a dream where something is lost
I do not know where it is, because I’m not sure
I’m not sure what it is. But it’s gone.
I only have that empty feeling as a clue to where it was
It was a precious thing and I planned never
Never to lose it. I think I hid it somewhere for safety
Little did I know it would be so safe
So safe I would not find it in all my searching
I look for it regularly because there is hope
Hope of some sort. I think it will be recovered
When I accidentally remember what it is,
And where it is. I hope I didn’t imagine it, that precious thing.