I Lost My Life

I lost my life. Where is it? Is it covered by my passion red throws? Is it sipping coffee from my morning yellow mug? Is it floating around disguised as cigarette smoke? Is it dispersed in the lavender scent of the shower gels I use? Is it painted on the faces of beautiful women displayed on fashion magazines? Is it asleep, nurtured by the sage soft comforter? I lost my life. Is it on the car seat as I drive to work every day? Is it on the keyboard? Is it amongst the people I see in that corporate cell? Is it in the alcohol of the happy hour drinks? Is it in the eyes of an old man sitting at the bar? Is it in the tanning salons? Is it in the bags of frozen food at the supermarket? I lost my life. Is it in the picture of the man I long for? Is it in the thoughts of the men that long for me? Is it playing with kids at the Sunday park? Is it praying to God in the different churches? I lost my life. Is it staring at me from the dark sky at night? Is it the warmth and light of the sun? Is it suspended between the seasons? Is it locked up in the hours that can’t cease? I lost my life. I can’t wear it, Like a pair of pants outgrown I can’t see it on me. I lost my life. Lines on my face, Signs of how time has owned me, And how life has escaped me. I lost my life. When did it stop being all I have, All I do All I remember All I hope for? When did my life get trapped? When has it become everything there is In between all I am...