I lost my sunglasses the other day
I’m not sure exactly when,
But they were good ones
I think about them occasionally
I wake early, and I wonder where they are
That empty feeling enters my guts
And I feel sad
I tell myself it doesn’t matter.
But it does matter, a little.
I wonder if other people lose things
And if it worries them.
A three a.m. worry, when it is dark outside, and you are missing something
And you look at the other side of the bed
And it’s empty.
I lost her too,
She left me
That feeling when you know you will never see her again,
you remember following her out of the apartment,
seeing her leave through the front door of the building
Into the cold misty morning
knowing that you will never see her again.
And I woke up thinking about my glasses.