[dearest]

I have a feeling
That my lost car keys, pens,
tissues, checkbook, pocket change,
and last winter’s sweaters
have all disappeared
through the rip
in my pocket into a hole in the ocean,
the destination of all forgotten things
I think that Shaun and his blonde hair may too
have just slipped through
into the hole in the ocean where I left him last summer,
but it’s just a feeling
and things like memories and oceans
are never certain