My Lost Poem

My poem is where? I had it in my mind ...a minuet thought ago, Then, I let it slip! It fell up to the sky, with a crash (that made no sound). I think it landed in a corner, by an atmosphere. It was something about death or life- Something about a quilt; or was it a glove? It was all about love and faith –my mother? Or an old broken piece of glass. I will find it: it is here –somewhere in the far and hiding. It will fall soon and land on the paper, (with a thud) Still it will not be mine –not mine Not until I share it, with you!