Left Behind

Of all the things you've left behind, I wonder how many slipped away as effortlessly as clothes slip off the body of a lover you love quite comfortably. 

I wonder how many spilled from loose pockets, like pennies dropping down gutters with no regard for their loss at all.

I wonder how many still chase you down, like dogs running after bones and you've got over two hundred that they can't catch.

I wonder if there's any that you miss, like an arrow piercing grass below the target you should've hit. 

I wonder if there's any that you wish you'd brought along. Are there any spots that you would revisit, hoping to find these things you've lost?