Have you ever lost a ticket, a receipt?

Something you really wanted to keep

Have you ever held it so tight

That you thought you’d never lose it

But then it gets so familiar 

That feel between your fingers 

you don’t realise it’s not there?

It’s somewhere, floating through particles 

It still exists, it knows where it went 

You’ll never see it again.

But you know that it was real 

you can still feel the wrinkled paper in your palm.

3 thoughts on “Lost

  1. Victoria Welton

    What a fabulous subject for a poem – and you have summed it up perfectly. So well written. Thanks for linking to Prose for Thought xx


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