Current mood:	apathetic
Current music:	Paula DeAnda-Walk Away
Entry tags:	poetry

Never took the time to practice
Lost and.. not Found?
          by Walton V. Tran

Hello, my name is.. Found. Remember me?
Giving me the cold shoulder are you?
Well.. do you.. know how much a polar bear weighs?
..enough to break the ice, anyway let's talk.
No really, it's about time. Listen.

I whisper subtle subtlety's subtlety.
Didn't get it? Didn't think you did.
I whisper secrets quietly, and undeniably
you turned your cheek, not exactly propriety.

And so I hit the pause button. No wait flip the switch.
As I pick myself pieces from the tiny bits of frits
of your memory. My memory? Ours.

Is it too much of a cost? To you it's probably a toss
of the coin. I never knew I was to blame for your exhaust.
Maybe I should be degaussed to accost for your shame embossed
cover. Or maybe really it's only me. Maybe I'm not Found. Maybe I'm just.. Lost?