Lost and Found, in Thought

You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, they say.

It’s strange: sometimes, you don’t know what was missing until you’ve found it.

You can have an idea – a desperate, concrete definition whose anatomy is at your fingertips ahead of all else – but you can always be wrong. You most likely are – desperate times, ‘n’ all that.

Well, times change. People change. Others…

Others just make you glad to be wherever you happen be.

And they don’t need even to say a word.


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