these missing things
are where you left them,
to be found
when you aren't looking.
a key, a ring,
a phone,
your copy of a book
she gave to you.
and her too,
now lost somewhere in
a dark room.
not hiding, not visible,
but there
awaiting your hand
to find her, not later,
but soon.
Saturday, July 18, 2015
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