Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Regret.

Like an emptied box,
my contents thrown callously about.
Where is it?
Searching desperately,
I fumble.
Cast aside, my belongings.
I know I had it.
Swear I remember it.

Frantically navigating,
I can't have misplaced it.
I can't have lost it,
It must be here,
Irreplaceable.

Traveling eyes,
wandering hands.
Nowhere to be found.

I should have been more careful,
should have kept it safe.
too late.
Like a ribbon,
I am undone.
I fall.

What a mess I have made.

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