It Is Not Lost, Merely Misplaced Poem by Courtney Pare' Cox

The easiest thing about losing a love is that you watch your time with them repeat
the memories you shared with one another in photographs placed upon the oak mantel
the song on the radio that the two of you first danced to plays over and over again

He lies with you in bed, not his physical body but within the oversized grey rugby shirt you cuddle as your mind turns from the living to a state of empty bliss.
Your dreams are filled with the days that you walked upon the beach together the day your tender foot stepped upon jagged sea glass and he gingerly pried it out
placing both a kiss and a neon green band aid upon the open wound.

To live in this world of memory is soothing
It is not hard to lose a love if you watch your year repeat its days
for within repetition you have not lost your love, merely just misplaced him.