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a poem for lost things

I don’t know where they are
where they went
I don’t remember when I lost them
Or how I did
Sometimes, I don’t remember what I lost
All I know --- is that something is not there

I lose all sorts of things
Socks, earrings
Pencils, coins
Bracelets, books
Once, I lost my favorite sweatshirt

Lost things are guilt
You lose something, you gain guilt
Guilt because it was lost and forgotten or will be 
Then guilt because you learn to love something else

I love my bird earrings
I wear them every day
But, I used to love my dragonfly ones
And before those came the ones with a pearly stones
I wonder what will come after my birds

This is a poem for lost things.
Because they will be forgotten
Because they have been
This poem is the ghost of them

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