The Lancean Specificity

Nowhere

for Andrew Dreher

When I lost everything I could not bring myself to look
Into the most important places of my memory
Until too late when I had to leave then so I forsook
The most important things in my secret sanctuary
Where I left my heart too with no one else there left to care
So that the things I treasured most were what got left behind

My high school diploma and a college degree or two
My childhood coin collections in their bronze antique car banks
Some hippie jewelry a golden girl made for me when
I was a golden boy of fate and going to be great
A few photos of some people no one else ever knew
Mementos of my mother I will never find again

Remembering my mother would say never mind but then
Some souvenirs and letters about love or saying thanks
About how I was published now and was someone at last
My survival my arrival saying how I was there
When who was there I find I left behind then to the past
Because I could not bring myself to look until too late

I had to turn my eyes away pretending to be blind
Evicted victimized by crooked lawyers turned away
From what I won for losing that I had to leave behind
When I could see how it would be to lose then not to find
What I had saved tomorrow for a rainy yesterday
The day I lost my somewhere to be exiled everywhere

The trophies of my troubles left behind trouble my mind
But only I remember what is nothing now nowhere

+Steven Curtis Lance



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