Inside a black hole?
Everything I have lost
throughout my life that
disappeared without a trace
while my back was briefly turned.
The pen I put down
on an empty tabletop -
never seen again
There was no one to nick it
and ‘twas not on the floor.
Things I know I put
carefully in a safe place
that wasn't so safe-
the missing glove or brolly -
not to mention the lovers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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