Lost Things

Being disorganized was alright when I was younger;
when searching through jumbled,
sometimes drunken moments
looking for clues to the the future
seemed almost mandatory
in a romantic sort of way.
But now
the searching becomes frantic-
pulling cushions off the sofa
ripping into stacks of papers -
anxiously seeking bits of life
that slid away from me:
minutes, hours and choices
lost somewhere with the combs and pens
and little plastic things
that I can almost recognize.

© Joe Thompson · www.imaginesongs.com

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