Lost Things

The things I thought I lost,

Are coming back, it’s strange

Things I carried around every day

Despite long debates of their usefulness

At 3am some mornings

Things that left me.

And simple things I loved but forgot to love

Because of the clutter

Now sit sheepish on my new shelf and shrug

Needing a place again

Or actually asking me to be wise enough

To know what to keep

And what to throw away