I've lost some of my favorite things.
I lost them in the "fire".
The "fire" was when all hell broke loose and things went wrong.
These lost items, though only lost to me.
I've no idea what they may be.
I only know they're lost to me.
I've only an empty shelf where they use to be.
Little trinkets glisten in the back of my head.
Sparkles of light thrown from my lost items.
Lost and never forgotten trinkets of life,
Lovely written letters,
Stories of another time,
Pictures of my favorite friends.
Lost! Misplaced! But Never Forgotten!
(photo taken here)