The Man Who Lost Himself

The man who lost himself woke up one morning,
an ordinary morning, just like any other.
And realised he had lost himself.
Well, perhaps not lost – perhaps just ‘misplaced’.
Perhaps, just ‘overlooked’.
He checked all the usual places he might be –
in his bed, because it was still quite early –
throwing back the rumpled covers.
And, of course, on the veranda
where he always liked to sit
and watch the changing light.
But there was no one there,
no one anywhere,
no one smiled, and sprang up
to shake his hand…and say, “At last, there I am!”

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