i got lost in a small shop
among the rows of items also lost
all to time, waiting to be found,
to be given a new life, a new love
from someone who feels
a little lost themselves
to the unkind pace of time.
perhaps, i was one of them.
no one who knows how much,
we have done to ourselves,
nor i to each other,
cracked, and imperfect,
before we were born.
i have to converse for hours,
to silent the thoughts in my head;
come meet me sometime,
with all your life ahead.