Nightly I return to that same spot 
where we talked under the hickory 
tree. I frantically search my pockets 
search for where you left me. 
I search the obvious places and the 
hidden ones deep in my heart. If only 
the outside or sit inside your ear and listen to 
how I sound. I could rebuild myself and piggyback 
on the soft hill of your lips and speak kind words.

I disappeared when you left  
I think you packed me in your travel case, 
leaving no forwarding address. 
Maybe I exist somewhere happy in your mind. 
Now I am in fog not knowing when or how I will return. 
I miss myself, will you give me back?

© taidgh lynch

Day 4 | 22 September 2011