A Prayer That Things are Where They're Supposed to Be

Thinking about some things that I can't see right now, things I hope are where I left them....

I hope that my warm jacket is somewhere at my Mom's house.

I hope that the photos are still in the book my friend lent me, folded in that old letter.

I hope my metrocard is still in the pocket of my other jeans.

I hope my sunglasses are at your apartment.

I hope my umbrella is in my locker at work.

I hope the treasure map I drew when I was nine is still hidden behind the painting hanging in the living room of my father's house.

I hope my iPad is still in my bag.

I hope my initials are still written on the desk in my first dorm room.

I hope the sweet thoughts you once had of me are still at the forefront of your mind.