I no longer trust myself
having searched all morning
for the missing piece
in our endless jigsaw
and come up empty-handed –
then to find it
with a quick glance
as I poured more coffee.
You ask where I left my heart –
out on the porch after dinner
or somewhere on the lake bluff?
It is true. It is somewhere.
Probably in this house.
After all this searching
when we leave for work one day
we will drop a look across the room
and likely find it for all to see
half shoved, half tossed
between two pillows
on the living room couch.
9 responses to “Finding things lost”
a very heartfelt poem – I like how it went from trivia to the touchingly intimate
Thank you. I appreciate you getting it.
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Such an eloquent description of co-habitation
Thank you. Yes. It is complicated sometimes. 🙂
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Sure is!
two pillows on the living room couch… oh how I love this!
Thanks, Doreen. So appreciate your kindness.
“our endless jigsaw” oh yes. The truth that the heart is somewhere…and “we will drop a look across the room”
This one is just wonderful.
Thanks, Jennifer. Very much appreciate it. Reflecting on how things hide in plain site and it sometimes takes the right thinking to see them … I think.