Lost as my house keys
Lost as my glasses
Lost as my umbrella
Lost as my reader
Lost as my phone
…
Lost as a way
Lost as mind
Lost as time
Lost as love
Lost as me
Aaah
Maybe hidden
…
Hidden as …
Hidden as a clue in a treasure hunt
Hidden as a secret love
Hidden as a not too far away from the pout to smile on a child’s face
Hidden as a gift unbearably waiting for the day
Hmm
“maybe you are hidden, my house keys”
Hidden as my house keys, “you are only hidden, safe, I hear you now I’ll find a beautiful place to hold you and find you sooner“
Hidden as my glasses, “you are only hidden, I’ll find you , I see you oho did I really keep you here all this while”
Hidden as my umbrella, “you are hiding, my umbrella, you take care of me rain or shine, I care for you too, I’ll keep you where I can see you not locked shut”
Hidden as my reader, “you are hidden, playing like the mysteries you hold, I’ll find you when it’s meant to be”
Hidden as my phone “you are only hidden, you listen when I call you, I’ll find you and listen when you call me too”
Maybe the way is hidden
My mind
Time
Love
Hidden,
I will find you when I can, whenever I can , when it’s meant to be
Maybe I am too
Hidden
I’ll try I’ll try
And be found slowly
And I’ll be found, more often, in moments
Whenever I am meant to be
February 27 2023
Ramya
Writing outside my daughter’s dance class
inspired by a conversation with a dear friend A in the morning
