It took me a while
To learn about what I missed
Without climbing atop mountains
To find what I had forgotten
To miss
What was left behind
Was nothing
It took me a while
But I learned about my search
As when one breaks his big toe
Hitting a rock that was not on the search road
At the last search
What was left behind
Was time not spent
It took me a while
To give a name to what I found
To give a meaning and to come down the mountain
For what I had missed was in the valley
Lost without a name
What was left behind
Was a whisper and good-bye
January 1, 2019
© Vahé A. Kazandjian, 2019
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