Missing

I found a coin at work today

from somewhere far from here

and it just goes to show

that people do not pay attention 

to the little things.

Like when a silver coin is out of place

and I wonder who it belonged to last.

Maybe the pride and joy of a young girl's coin collection

that her brother stole for another pack of cigarettes

or a grandfather's gift to his son's son 

for getting an A plus on that spelling exam

or maybe it didn't belong to anyone,

not really, 

but blind eyes and quick hands.

Reviews

[. serah .]

~~ this is incredibly fascinating and profound... ~~ it's triggered so many memories... but most of all... it makes me wonder about the story behind everyone and everything... ~~ the universe and its ways are skillfully hidden in this poem and yet gently revealed...