Lost

Tell me seer, where is my eidolon?
Have I left him in a lonely closet?
Is he sitting on a curb waiting my return?
Perhaps he’s content at the library.

Tell me seer, what does he do?
Does he disturb the slumber of past loves?
Is he haunting friends forgotten and lost?
Perhaps he has hitchhiked to Neverland.

Tell me seer, what does he say?
Does he cry out for my company?
Is he singing ballads of sad memories?
Perhaps he tells jokes all day.

Seer, if you cannot find my eidolon
Or if he has found joy supreme,
Leave him be, but please tell me,
I can always make another.

-T. Weeks
(A response to “Eidolons”)