Two poems I've lost today
Though they didn't fall out of my pocket
Completely gone and vanished have they
And I dare not mock it

Song of creation and loss
Song of magic and waste
Though unfinished and not yet glossed
I can't help but try and capture their taste

Gone are they and the screen is dark
A mere hard drive without access
Prevents my becoming a lark
And here experience this duress

I hope I shall find them anew
Though different their scent may be
Of my own they'll be and that'll do
At least as far as I can see.