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Things Lost This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

By GreyGirl, Pohang,Kyungbuk, Korea, Republic of

I’m always losing things,
But not always because I’m forgetful.
People’s trust and special rings
Are not easily misplaced.

I’m always losing things,
Or at least that is what I say happened
To the aching memories, to the balm
that stings.
I’d rather forget than forgive.

I’m always losing things:
The oatmeal that slivers down the
long drain,
The weight that falls off my body, the
tight skin that clings,
That’s what I live for and die for too.

I’m always losing things,
Things I didn’t want to but somehow let slip.
Down the well they fall, flying away
on tiny wings.
I call, Let me come too, I didn’t want to
forget after all.

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2 comment(s)
I know the feeling that the speaker is talking about, though it tends to be due to my forgetfulness. I love the repitition of the line "I'm always losing things." And all the different examples, added with some bitter humor, and sharp cynicism, make this poem all the more memorable. I doubt, I'll be forgetting this poem.
Oct. 09, 2013 at 1:47 PM • Report
I'm glad you liked it. Thanks for the comment :D
Oct. 10, 2013 at 7:22 PM • Report