The Lost Poem

I should have stopped
on my way up the stairs
after my morning coffee
when that idea for a poem occurred to me.
It was dark and early
and you were asleep in our bed
with our son in my spot.

I didn’t stop and write it down though
and it is somehow lost with the rest of my morning-
the sun rise that was so saturated with light,
the new air that was more crisp than I can describe
and the kiss I left you both with when I said goodbye.

These things, and, of course, the poem
are all lost to me as this day
just like every day before it
closes on itself.

One response to “The Lost Poem

  1. I find it irksome when that happens – but you still managed to write a lovely piece after all 😉

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