I have lost my pen.
And I have lost my smile.
I don’t know which I lost first.
Perhaps one day I was shuffling papers,
And my pen slipped behind the desk to
Collect dust and dirt the way the best
Nooks and crannies do.
Or perhaps, as my makeup began staying
In its pretty little containers, my hair began
Preferring itself in a messy knot, my smile
Decided to tap out and conveniently forgot
To say goodbye, and the next day I also
Lost my pen, which is a really shitty two days,
To be honest.
Although as my eyes stubbornly refuse to
Close at night, perhaps in their misery of
Their lost friend, and my journal
Remains blank, also mourning a loss, I wonder
If missing my smile and missing my pen is
Not a shitty coincidence, but a cause and effect.