It’s fifteen years later and I still cannot locate my most prized possession.
I thought I’d still have it, but life, as is its wont, stole it away from me when I wasn’t paying attention.
I thought it would be mine to do with as I pleased.
How many times have I wasted it, flaunted it, acted as though it would be mine to keep forever?
Each year, something else has been stolen.
First, my body, which was never returned.
After that, my freedom, my energy, and my sense of self
Were all disposed of in rapid succession.
The me that used to be
Has slowly and surreptitiously disappeared.