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.
