write about a LOST AND FOUND; make it a place or an act or something totally different, but make it your own
Ended July 1, 2016 • 1 Entry • Created by paintingflowers
You are my lost and found in every breath
opening up to multitude of words unspoken.
I collect your missing jigsaw pieces
but am unable to render you whole.
I search for your essence between my furrows
feeling dreamlike mist of your untold words,
flickering like candlelight trying to rejoin
forgotten flames dwindling into
a love with crooked seams.
I fit you into my memories in sacred place
and feel the static crackling of what we had
in lullabies of night with whispered breaths,
striking me with hammers of resounding pain.
You are both the lost and the found,
tucked into lingering pockets of torment.
Without you, time rifts into wedges
of nothingness searching for sun’s warmth,
socked in by gales that thwart my loss
from being recovered, realizing that
you are now lost inside my dark rooms.