I am the pair of sunglasses you left on the ledge of that one bar you went to.
I am the back of an earring you were wearing and didn’t know fell out until you touched your ear.
I am the sweater you liked but lost and you never could really place what happened to it but didn’t really care about finding it either.
I am the load of mix matched socks you will never find the pairs to.
I am the pile of lost and found that is never claimed.
I feel like I will never really be found. Always wandering, always lost, always waiting for something, someone, anything…
Maybe someone will come around and find purpose within me. Find something I didn’t even know I had.
Until then, I’ll be in the lost and found box of unclaimed, ofmix matched and worn items.