LOST

Something precious is lost.
I know not where.
I know not who.
But lost it is.
I should have stopped it.
Who would I stop?
I should have said something.
Who would I say it to?
Why is it lost?
Maybe I can find it.
Maybe I can bring it back.
Where do I look?
I will keep searching,
till I find it.
It is so hard to live without,
Something precious….
- Karenlee