a piece of me
is missing. I can't find it
anywhere.
I've looked all over
the house,
in the car, the yard,
on the street.
I've sorted through
the laundry,
shook the pages of books.
I don't even know what
it looks like,
how to describe it.
I just feel that it's gone.
a broken chunk
of me removed and lost.
strangers and friends alike
stop me on the street
and ask, what's wrong?
I haven't been myself
without it.
perhaps the x rays
will tell me more.
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