The Pen is Mightier

What once was lost can never truly be found

Nothing, like it used to be

old and new again.

We used to be friends, and honest

with each other.

Lovers, walking the tightrope,

love-lost.

Found in the beauty of memory-

Nothing Concrete-

Like cookies stolen from the cookie jar,

When no ones looking.

But I see you...Beautifully lost.

And I am, Me, found in you.

Yet, you can't see me,

Beautiful as I try-

having been lost once, loving you.

Soo far gone, found only in distance and pain.

Your name can be found in the intricate weavings of my heart,

strings so small and in so many places-

You might lose your place

But there is enough space for you to be

the beauty in what was once lost,

and now found.