Losing

where'd you see it last?

hearing that question feels like

being handed a plastic pail

while standing knee deep in water

on a sinking ship with no bottom

retrace your steps

retrace your steps

retrace my goddamn steps

I spend more days walking backwards than towards

living in reverse and inverse

wish I could wind myself up like a music box

and spin like a ballerina into the past

music boxes only play one song

and I know mine too well

please St. Christopher

please come around

something's lost

and sure as hell can't be found

I don't know what's worse

finding something where I left it

or how good it feels when I do