A Poem About Loss

I moved recently.

When you move, you lose stuff:

Like your address book,

And thank you cards,

And office supplies,

Including stamps,

All things which, seemingly,

Would be in the same box,

But are nowhere to be found.

A sad story:

Sad, but true,

Like a poem someone writes

While standing in an animal shelter

But living in a "no pets" apartment.

And then you find the address book,

And thank you cards,

But the office supplies

And stamps

Are still nowhere to be found,

As if your neighbor adopted

The golden retriever puppy

And the persian cat

But left the litter of kittens behind.