Lost Property

Altruism packed bags

with books - read,

gifts - unwanted and

outgrown clothes.

And now, some time later

I comb and scour the rails over town,

searching for a glimpse of my former self.

Hunting and rummaging

amongst the velour and prints

of former fads,

displacing library lines of

suncream-stained chick lit

and rooting around old-fashioned

china.

Yet I am unable to be found.

This fruitless quest consumes and haunts,

itching with the promise of ever elusive

self-discovery.

Possibly I have been catalogued a limited edition, or am out of stock,

perhaps I have been recycled or 'vintaged'.

Or maybe I am just looking in the 

wrong 

places.