I misplace myself.

I don’t know

Where I left me.

Maybe at the playground.

Maybe on the kitchen floor.

Maybe,

Just maybe

I don’t remember anymore.

Maybe I’m just a memory.

Better left unspoken.

My mind has left this plane

Of reality.

Even the softest touch

Leaves a bruise

On my flesh.

The brush of

Breath,

Pain.

Maybe I left myself outside too long.

Out there in

The storming  rain.