I've lost them. I don't think I'll find them. Not today. Not tomorrow. But maybe someday. My words left with you. They followed you when you left, And I need them back. I need to write again, But my words are out of reach. They must have hitched a ride, In your shirt pocket. Someday you'll find them- Like that left over shopping list That just disappeared. When you do, Please return them to me Care of: my guardian angel.