20 baby teeth, and 4 wisdom teeth;
the pink basket on the purple bicycle I rode when I was 7; and
at least a baker’s dozen starry-eyed illusions.
I’ve lost my temper—somehow I always find that again, though.
And I’ve lost
my voice, my heart, my virginity.
My car keys.
I’ve lost bets and games and principles.
my favorite red sweater,
a multitude of socks, and
at least a half dozen friends.
I’ve lost myself.
earrings and earring backs and necklaces;
scarves and hats; and
I’ve lost weight—but somehow, I always find that again.
11 lucky coins,
23 books, and
I’ve lost my religion.
a fiance, and
I’ve lost the thread.
my license, and
But no matter what I’ve lost, there’s always more to find.
I’ve found soulmates.
Sometimes life is in the lost things, in the losing them and finding them and losing them again.