lost things

memories filed away

grow old and stale

dog-eared pages

faded fingerprints

the penny rolled

off the table

and stuck in a slate

on the floor

cracks in the sidewalk

holding dead seeds

pebbles that sometimes

slip out in the rain

so easy to lose myself

in between days

in the silence of words

among dirty sheets

these lost things
turning into
the found
in a stranger's hands