You’re too sweet dove. Someone came in my room unannounced just yesterday and did not see me in the corner behind my little towered fort of books, exam notes, articles, essay drafts, thesis papers and applications. I suppose you could call that hiding although it truly isn’t intentional, just situational. Thank you for your quaint hello, I’ll be paddling around to shore again soon (to catch up with all you darlings) as these turbulent waves are sure to give way to the still.
Certain words of mine were lost. A sentence or two, maybe more? The feeling seeps into my palms and I simply know. Alas I’m left asking the stars to tell me where they may be, who has taken my little darlings. I hear them calling me from afar. Like a golden harp abruptly ensnared, the whispered wordings call in melodious cries which linger upon the void rim of a beanstalk.
If you find them please give them back or tell them how to come home.