Running into Ghosts

The friend who found me
after I lost you
died
and so I lost her, too

there’s a long list of others
lost for various reasons
since then

by default
by accident
by misfortune or miscalculation
or by the eventuality that all things change and nothing is certain

certainly not love
I’ve lost that, too,
too many times

so many times
I’ve stopped counting
one, two, three…
out loud anyway

do you ever wonder why we find them again?
in hallways of dreams,
in lobbies of random buildings
doors opening and closing and time passing on all sides
everywhere
except where you stand
momentarily
lost and found and lost again