Lost things


When I’m watching people
it’s not a game of who has the funniest
walk or the weirdest face,
instead I think about what
they’ve lost. It could be a keepsake, a
tooth, a loved one, or a mind
it doesn’t matter, we’ve
all lost something along the way,
even a newborn’s lost it’s first home.
It’s a unique game in that it’s
simple to master, but impossible to play.
Still I do, maybe hoping I’ll
find my own lost things there.


About thestsp

Brenton Smith used to live in a haunted house. I mean, he never saw a ghost or anything, but he used to hear crap all the time. Also one time while he was in bed, he thinks something touched his leg. He and his friends eventually gave the ghost a silly name and it went away embarrassed. He still feels guilty about that sometimes.
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