One day, I ended up among one-sided socks,
misplaced keys, piles of couch change,
pieces of toys, earring backs, and that one shoe.
The landscape of the absent only remembered upon
seeing them again.
A terrain made of the out of sight and out of mind for too long.
I wondered how I ended up here,
until I found my self-worth in an old jar of kisses
I saved for boys I never got to love.
I found my self-esteem beneath a pile of old clothes
that still had the tags on them.
I found my confidence in a stack of blank pages
covered in ghost ink
of things, I didn’t dare to write.
Piece by piece
I found myself
in the land of lost things.