found again

it was lost
and i mourned
regret that it should be so
regret that i should lose it

it was not my doing
it just got lost
i'm sorry
and i cried

maybe i didn't want to find it
maybe i was glad
to savour the loss
to wallow in self-pity

never thought i'd feel it again
never thought it'd come back
but it crept up on me again
tho' i never wanted it to

the stomach flip-flops
of sweet anticipation
the anxiety of uncertainties
am wiser now

it's back
tho' different
still the same
but will it stay?