I never remember what I have lost
before or after it's found again.
Everything turns up as if like new,
and then you decide where it fits in.
Our love has turned up, looking barely used.
Can you even recall where we lost it, dear?
Is its place still available, or filled?
by whatever it was we've been doing here
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