Lost & Unfound
Someone has lost me. I am simply resting here until he is back to reclaim me. I have no idea why this figure is male to me, only that he is. I imagine that I loved this figure and that he loved me. I have no memory of him yet I can feel him inside me.
With this string tied around my heart, I feel no matter where I move or how I move, it is all futile. Whatever I do can be and will be undone by him when he comes back to claim me and that what I do now will make no difference for my only purpose is to be his lost treasure.
He might not even realize he has lost me. He might not even realize he ever had me in his possession. But I was his and I have been lost. There is no universal P.A. system to announce my absence or location. He will have to find me the old-fashioned way before voices were extended into microphones. As the old proverb goes, I am the needle in the haystack.
But does he want to find the needle? Is the needle even important to him anymore?
I don't know. But I'm staying here until I find out one way or the other.
I exist but I do not live for I cannot live without him.
I'm waiting for my life to begin.
With this string tied around my heart, I feel no matter where I move or how I move, it is all futile. Whatever I do can be and will be undone by him when he comes back to claim me and that what I do now will make no difference for my only purpose is to be his lost treasure.
He might not even realize he has lost me. He might not even realize he ever had me in his possession. But I was his and I have been lost. There is no universal P.A. system to announce my absence or location. He will have to find me the old-fashioned way before voices were extended into microphones. As the old proverb goes, I am the needle in the haystack.
But does he want to find the needle? Is the needle even important to him anymore?
I don't know. But I'm staying here until I find out one way or the other.
I exist but I do not live for I cannot live without him.
I'm waiting for my life to begin.