James Babbs writes

Things Get Lost

I’ve sat here for too long

I’ve sat here in this same room

staring through the same window

listening to the silence

swirling around me and

the sound of disembodied voices

murmuring

somewhere in the dark

I’ve sat here waiting

trying not to lose my mind

remembering

the way it felt

when she kissed me

the way it felt

when I held her for the last time

things fall apart

things get lost and

sometimes

people can lose their way

and it doesn’t matter

what happened before this

or what you might have wanted

because

even when it burns bright

the light never lasts long enough

for you to see everything

 

In the Land of Lost Things I and II -- Mychael Barratt