Our time together was all too brief
I huddled my hand in your furry warmth.
When I realized you were gone,
I was distraught.
You fell from my pocket
In the otherwise splendid mall.
Somewhere between the 1st floor and Venice,
Or maybe in the taxi.
I searched and I searched,
Wherever I had been.
I dragged H along, too.
But you were gone. For good.
Yes, J, I lost my mitten. I repent in sackcloth and ashes. I'm sorry for us both - You because I lost your thoughtful gift, me because I will no longer have its warmth. I will find another pair, perhaps one that is "cute," but not one as dear.
1 comment:
Gratefully it was not more than a mitten, like something someone you know lost in Greece :-{.
--D
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