I lost my train ticket today, and it made me think about all the things we lose in a lifetime that are never recovered.
I don’t have a particular list in mind, but where do all the lost socks go, for example?
Is there some kind of Socks Heaven where one day I will be reunited with them?
Or am I destined to wear mismatched socks for the rest of my life?
Perhaps there is a reason for losing some things.
To find something better.
© 2016 magicofwords
To celebrate National Poetry Month, I will write a poem a day.