Forgotten, boxed up, missed for a moment. Ignored.
Then found, found but still lost, picked up, Noticed.
Taken to that place of lost founds.
Given a place, this home is not my home.
Yet redemption is possible.
A cursory examination which leads to a recognition, a remembered history. Oh there you are Peter.
So I wait
You left me and I had to learn how to live without you. But now I know; now I know I don’t need you.
Yet I wait
At the beginning you carried me everywhere. I was with you there and always. I am lost because you needed me, because I was always found. It took just a moment, a flicker of light, a momentary distraction.
Here I wait
Not enough value to pick up, too much to throw away. Only of worth for our shared history. If you saw me after so much time would I be more lost or more found.
But now I know; now I know I don’t need you. But can you return? Perhaps, but never again is there inseparability. We both know now You don’t need me.
Still I wait
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