Lost Poem

I wrote about it the other night
In my head, as I drifted off to sleep.
I wish I had put words to paper
Because all I remember is
That it was beautiful, and romantic
And held an ache
Borrowed from my heart
In the loneliness that separates me
From the morning’s longing,
 
But I was afraid to move, fearing that
Merely raising my head from my pillow
Would loosen the thoughts
Letting them scatter like snowflakes
On a wintery Christmas morning,
And I would pine over their loss
Just as I would for Love lost






december 2011