That Which Is That

Of

Thoughts

Which have floated

In my mind

That I have lost.

I

Ask you

"Would you

Please return?"

For I have

Missed your presence

In my life.

Filling it

With wonderful poems

That have vanished

With the coming

Dawn.

Before

I was able

To record them

For perpetually

In writing.

Leaving behind

A small hole

In my soul

Never to be

Filled.

Silently

A tiny tear falls

In memory

Of my lost.