Have you noticed when you move out,
From houses or across cities?
Despite long lists, without a doubt,
There are things you simply forgot.

You miss those tiny mundane things,
That have long passed their usefulness,
Yet fond memories each one brings,
In you a wistful yearning springs.

Strange that only when lost you find,
You remember what is missing,
Maybe absent things that remind,
Are tokens of homes left behind.