Losing you as you slowly
Lose yourself is like that
Frantic feeling when you
Can't find your keys, you
Rummage but your breath
Has stopped, why's this
Happening? What's wrong
With me that I can't hold
Onto- it is, of course, more
Profound than missing
Keys or anything from this
Woman's purse, watching
Helplessly as your mind
Wanders so far from any
Reality but the one you trip
Over and imagine, the one
That upsets or amuses you.
You are here and you are
Lost, that's where this stops
Being like my keys which I
Inevitably find. Losing you
Is unlike any other loss. Of
Course it's not like the keys.
Tamara, really 