And Lost

Component piece to "Love"

There’s a black leather-bound notebook sitting somewhere in my house. 

I haven’t thought about it for quite some time.

There’s a page that reads at the top, “And Lost.” 

 

There’s another little black book at the bottom of some dilapidated box.

I never used it much.

It also reads at the top- on a singular parchment- “And Lost.”

 

There is nothing written under either page.

And, in that, I felt the work was written;

Finished.

 

 

Yet,

There was a moment where I was lying to myself.

 

 

I was on a beach in the south and the stars-

I could see all of them.

 

I only looked up,

And,

Wanted to tell you that even if I closed my eyes I could still see us.

That I had, indeed, closed my eyes.

 

But,

In truth,

I did not.

 

I could not.

 

There was music playing;

Yelling and dancing in the distance along the shore.

I did not know who else was there;

Though,

I did at one point.

 

I looked around me,

And,

There was nothing. 

 

Except, that’s not true.

Because you were there.

 

And,

It seemed I was anything but “lost.”

Certainly not, “And Lost.”

I think of then

And- maybe I wanted to be lost

Reviews

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I really liked this piece.. Wishing to be lost within her love, feeling lost without her.. :D

[Rose Diamond]

A little confusing, but I can feel a strong message you're trying to send. Unfortunately that message might get lost somewhere along the way, but in the end, the reader gets the overall feeling your trying to portray. Not a bad piece at all! :)