Every so often

I venture downstairs

To that room

Where the things

Are all hidden

Candle in hand

I rummage through

Times long ago

Push aside some

Let others go

Until I spy

That one thing

Which causes me

The most anguish

For it’s only

There in that

That I remember

What I’d lost

Then tucked away

It goes again

In the hope

That one day

I’ll forget it

Along with you