LOST AND FOUND

There’s a keepsake on my desk-
A gold button of sorts
With “Love” written in script
And a small diamond above it.
I found it in the parking lot a while back.

It means a lot to me now,
At rest on my desk below the picture
Of you in your unfaded denim jacket
Giving me the cutest side eye ever,
Like, Are you sure?

In recent years I lacked the knowledge
That I was searching for
Something specially made
To fit your heart-shaped keyhole.
Still I searched.

I knew that we were kindred spirits,
But obligations overwhelmed me,
A kaleidoscope of shiny things
Distracting from
The journey to you,

Now mere days away…
I wonder how much can fit
In that black knapsack?
Will I need my knit beanie
With the Giants logo on it?

How did sports infiltrate me so?!
I tell my brother I have no time
For his urgent discussion of
Who has the better handles,
Kyrie or Steph…

The knell of all good things passing
Sounds from every news source
As I deafly prepare to enter your kingdom,
Woven sigil flapping in the wind:
Love in script, a small diamond above.