OK. Here's the better late than never Wednesday Poetry Prompt. Beginning with my grandmother passing away on Friday morning, this past week has been a whirlwind--and I only realized today was even a Wednesday about an hour ago. Sooo...

For this week's prompt, write a poem which loses itself. Perhaps, the narrator loses track of time, loses track of emotion, or something else completely.

Here's my attempt at a lost poem:

"Losing Track"

First, a call and a scramble
to get everything together
and leave. Second, driving
through one state and another
(always another). At midnight,
it's okay to cry. And still, there's
so much (so much) to buy
and wrap. A speech, a casket--
the race against a sleigh.
There are no winners,
only survivors. All the bells
ringing, the carolers singing.
At least, we're all together.

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