The Guardian of the Lost and Found

You look under your bed
Open and shut every drawer, every box
Every single container
Thinking, thinking
Scratching your head, thinking

It was not gray; it was neither white nor silver
It had, in fact, a pearly white finish
Which triggers another memory
Of laughter and classmates
And feeling a little left out.

You wonder where those people are
Who always had a great time laughing at you; nay, near you.
Hey, there goes another memory
Of real names and nicknames
And a professor making fun of the
Invisible person beside your classmate Marylou.

You look behind the door
You rummage through your old school things.
Alas! There it was,
Still looking as shiny as your flat leather school shoes
The capsule that held the memories you hold dear.

The Guardian of the Lost and Found snickers
Tumbles on the ground
Spreads his arms and wings...
And sighs.
Let's have another go, shall we?