A quickie

Written by: Louise Holley

 When I had it, it was never mine to keep, 
Like an empty place I could not reach,
 Was devoid of all reason, lacking in speech.

 When it was gone my heart hurt and bled, 
It was only around when it had me in bed,
 It was never amused at what ticked in my head

 If you could find what you once had but tossed and give it the chance to be found and not lost…how much would you pay?
how much should it cost?