I found you
Between the bindings of every dusty Nancy Drew
Discovered in the damp dark corners
Of the decrepit school library

I captured you
Within some scribbles and scrawls
I scribed at three o’clock on a Tuesday
With a pencil nub and some soiled cocktail napkins

I left you
When Ambien stole The Sandman’s job
While make believe became a fairy tale
And dreams died in a desert of student loans

And now I’ve lost you
In the bottom of a dusty drawer
Beneath a bag of “oregano”
And the working version of my senior thesis