Lost

I am lost in the pieces of yourself you left behind,

I am lost in all the words we shared,

I am lost in every memory of your breath whispering over intimate pieces of skin, just as

I am lost in every memory of my fingertips mapping your skin,

and I suppose I just want to know that when you stumble over my memory if you become lost like ships in misty nights and souls that wandered too far,

I want to know if you are lost in the memory of me as I am eternally lost in the memory of you..