Things We Lost

I haven't been reading and since I can't seem to find the energy to read long novels and since my eyes refuse to cooperate because they've been staring at equations and reports for a whole day - I've gone back to basics. Poetry. Simple, concise, and reminiscent to certain things.

I forgot how amazing poetry is, just a few lines beautifully written can cause your mind to wander off and it's wonderful. Sometimes it certain memories sting, but poetry is overall still therapeutic. 

I love it. Wish I could just spend my days curled up in bed with nothing on my mind and enjoying a good book. 

Here's one that of the short poems I've been reading over and over and over again:

Lost Things

Do you know when you've lost something-  like your favourite T-shirt or a set of keys - and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? 

Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place- until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition. 

Everyone has one- 

an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life. 

I think this is where I belong - among all your other lost things. 

A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. 

I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you. 

L.L

Note to self: I hate myself for being so expectant and hopeful, only letting myself hit harder when things don't work out.