It wasn't lost, just hard to find. Like some of the really important things in my life.
To continue. Things in the category of not lost but hard to find can include: driver's license, friendship, a poem from ten years ago, mom and dad, that credit card receipt that the office of accounting needs, and sleep.
A friend said recently, or was it a couple of months ago, 'Maybe you'll get them back someday.' Doesn't anyone realize that the waiting can kill whatever was there in the first place?
But, oh yeah, all things are made new. That's the line I always forget.
I'll be waiting
I may be young or old and gray
Counting the days
I'll be waiting
And when I finally see you come
I'll run when I see you
And even if you never do return
Still I will have learned
How to love you better