broken key

was surely mine
the cursive fit –
as sparse some block
of letters
but seemed so strange
as though by someone other
these were left
a word I should have known
read and printed
times before
was out of sorts -
and I without reaction
for something wrong
a letter I’ve misread
or deemed misplaced
a thought that
scares me now
grows in quiet dread
that something’s lost
when I was not
when turned my hand
and words fell
anyway