I’ve lost it,
Gone, through one of those cracks–
A hairline fracture,
Invisible to the naked eye–
That company isn’t allowed to see.
I left it caged, gave it instructions
If I kept it caged,
Only gave it minute amounts of
Attention (don’t want to spoil it)
If ignored it–
“I said don’t think about that”—
Maybe not it, but rather,
That shameful thing it does. . .
Focusing for too long on
Wondering about its own existence.
Breaking free from its cage,
Shattering the cracks so often
They are made holes on the surface now.
I’ve lost it.
In spite of the cage,
It broke through
And left me.
I’ll wait, but I doubt that that
Should ever return.