Too many nights my mind wanders
travelling to where my lost possessions are now.
A blue hoodie. Hairties. Pencils and pens.
Then instead of wandering to unknown destinations,
my mind wonders.
That blue hoodie of mine
maybe its okay that I lost it
So it could keep someone else warm.
Those innumerous hairties
perhaps its holding back something getting in another girl's eyes.
The many pencils and pens
just might be writing stories, poems, love letters, songs
But my mind wanders again
until it finds falls into its nightly routine,
stumbling clumsily over you.
My heart quickens and my mind decides to compete.
You could be keeping someone else warm
shutting out the cold
You could be wiping away tears from another girls eyes
helping her keep perspective
You could be writing a string of poetry, editing a novel
laying out plans for the future.
That is when Mommy's words flash through my raging whirlwhind.
"Think on what you have, not on what you have lost"
The thoughts lose the race it was winning.
I open my eyes, just to close them shut again,
but this time to think of something else
or to not think at all.