Finding Me Again

If i had a box of everything i'd ever lost,

my first instinct would be to look for you;

your interest, your attention, your love.

It would of course, be a large box, filled to the brim,

overflowing with replaceable, material things,

so I wouldn't find what I was looking for right away.

I'd be searching for hours, days, maybe even months,

combing through hair accessories, reading thoughts I wrote down and threw away,

occasionally finding something meaningful I wasn't expecting to see again.

And over time, I would start to think about the little things I've lost;

like the smile I had saved for the rain, or for seeing your face,

and I'd remember what it felt like to be me.

So after months of exploring this giant, never ending box of treasures,

I'd finally realize what it is that I need to find again;

me, or rather, my confidence.

I would remember the first time I lost it, when my fist love walked out te door.

I'd remember how she was able to restore me to my former pre-breakup glory

and I'd try to think about the last time I felt like me; its been a long time coming.

So m final answer, is that,

if I had a box filled with all the things I'd ever lost, the first thing I would want to find,

is me.