Lost & Found ~ Bob Kesh

i’ve been looking for you

in all the rooms

of my house,

I was sure you were here.

I checked the bedroom first,

and found nothing

but some used batteries,

expired condoms,

and dried-out pens.

next I checked the front room,

but there was nothing there,

no t.v.

no plants, no people.

then I moved to the kitchen.

and I still I didn’t find what I was looking for,

neither do I in most times I’m

in there,

staring into that tiny light,

behind yesterdays leftovers

and whatever’s left

of the cheese.

by the time i got to the study

my chest felt like a wet sandbag.

just cigarette butts,

beer bottles,

and pictures

of faded memories.

I resorted to the draws by the front door,

full of rusty coins,

shoestrings

and ticket-stubs,

and I took the spare keys I’d cut

for an old girlfriend.

a keyring she’d found in a christmas cracker

still hung on,

what for I don’t know.

outside, the air was thick with rain

and the keys were cold as

snow in my hand.

maybe I’ll find some gloves at work

in amongst the rubble

of lost property.

bobkesh

A writer and musician from London currently studying at the Faber Academy. Generally nocturnal, he can be found indulging in all the pleasures and pains of the night.

Contact him at bobkesh @ hotmail . co .uk (with no spaces)

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