Lost in the Move

365 Days of Creativity

day one hundred and twelve

"Lost in the Move"

Forgotten in the rush of things. Packed up, thrown out, thought broke- no doubt. Picked up, dusted off, turned over; "Useless stuff". Tossed aside and left alone, someone else can take it home. But no home needs what's never needed and we'll never see what we've mistreated. It's left behind, dropped down some groove, forever gone; lost in the move.

"Do you want this?"

"I'll never use it."

"But you bought it."

"But you did choose it."

"I didn't need it."

"Neither did I."

"Then- what's it doing here?"

"Don't ask me why."

You left me lying, on your sill.

In the basement, softly spilled

out on the concrete

cold and hard.

You left me frosted,

in your backyard.

I could have fit

in all your boxes,

just lain on top

or slyly dropped in.

I could have slid

just down the side,

I know I was

an easy find.

But if you took me

in the van,

You'd surely lose me

underhand.

I'd roll back under

leather seat,

drift to the bottom

of the sea.

See when you got me,

I was doomed

to be the thing

lost in the move.