You’ve become
just another lost artifact between moves 
to big cities and empty apartments
like an old poetry book
some gold earrings
or a framed photograph
that just seemed to slip my mind
some lack of intuition
or concern
coincidentally made me forget 
I needed you
only to remember
years later, nostalgia provoked
by something familiar
some poem
glint of gold
or gray-scale photo
that makes my heart skip
the moment I realized I lost something
and didn’t ever notice until now.