Something Lost

Something Lost

The assignment this week for the Creative Writing Group I facilitate is to write about something lost. I have been searching my imagination for a lost thing to write about, something tangible that falls behind a sofa or gets left behind in a cafeteria, but I keep coming back to non-tangibles.

Innocence lost, that happens over a period of time.
Virginity lost that happens once, in a moment.
Friendship lost that can happen over time or suddenly over an incident.
Childhood lost, left behind, forgotten or buried.
Opportunity lost, from procrastination or indecision.
Love lost through fear, selfishness or self-protection, in one form or another.
Trust lost, through lies, betrayal, or seemingly unimportant inconsistencies between words and actions.
Respect lost because of immoral, unethical, compromising behavior.

But I come back to tangibles and my mind jumps to jewelry that belonged to my mother. Crystal vases, glasses and china that belonged to my grandmothers.
Books and letters from my father.
Then I realize, it is not their things I fear losing.
It is their unconditional love, their encouragement, their comfort, their support, their physical presence and embraces in my life, which those things symbolize, that I have lost, and will not recover in this lifetime.

Something Lost.