The thing I thought about
for hours turned out to be
in the place I thought I’d left it
when I at last got up out of bed to check.
In fact it was in the place I have always
stored it, which I knew again
when I went there first in my hunt
out of sheer luck or some sense memory
and there it was as it always is,
except when I worry
about it being elsewhere.
Maybe it travels on my insomnia,
riding my anxiety to see all the places
I have never left it, then rushes back home
when I stagger out of bed to search; now
I can’t remember what it’s called other than
the thing I thought about for hours that isn’t
where I left it until it is. A silly thing
to be crying about,
whatever it is.
Dark Matter 
April 10th, 2023 at 12:28 am
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March 29th, 2023 at 12:33 pm
I’m like blocked or I’d like this 🙂
March 30th, 2023 at 6:42 am
You weren’t blocked — I just have to approve any first time commenter before they can post. Thank you!
March 30th, 2023 at 11:15 am
Haha, I mean wordpress temporarily like blocked me for liking too many poems