if it fits

[Haunted]

I lost one glove
thought you have it

it’s wishful thinking
deep down I know
it’s gone

I should be going
it’s too late

I mean it’s 32 minutes
past midnight
and the hands couldn't be
further apart

[everyadventure]

Why, Haunted! This is unexpectedly tender. I love how this poem is about so much more than a glove... and then you bring in the hands of the clock to mirror the imagery of the gloves... a poignant little piece about loss. Well done!

[Delta40]

I agree. You say so much here. Loss, separation, too late, wanting....Very effective poem Haunted.

[Haunted]

Thank you so much Every and Delta. I was meshing all those thoughts together, really glad it worked for you!