Abandonment

I saw myself once.
I was young,
sitting cross-legged
in the middle of the kitchen floor,
absorbed with some simple toy--
an elastic ball I think, something plain--
while preoccupied with other thoughts
too large for my brain.

I left him there.
I mingled with the adults
crowding in as it started to rain
(it was a house party)
and didn't introduce him to anyone.

I didn't take him with me
when I left.

He's likely still there,
readily entertained
with his elastic ball and too-small brain.
I wouldn't know.
My own grew too big
to hang on to just the hem
of a garment of an idea
and look up at something
it couldn't contain.