Unfinished poetry at the lost and found office

The attendant is not quite managing to hide behind his phone.

The shoulders are hunched, the eyes frazzled in concentration.

You can never see into the very soul of another being, and I hesitate to interrupt what is clearly a very important, very personal and quite possibly life-defining moment.

And so I wait.

And wait.

And…

Between two worlds

Remember when “you and I”

became “we”?

A cold October evening, no moon,

Urban pollution, orange light,

Your lonely, lovely eyes

Rebirth

Fragments freefalling,

Softly, slowly, silently,

Present,

Past,

And finally,

a new me…