Looking For It
Looking for it
Checked the cabinet under the sink, the drawer with miscellaneous tools; even checked the hutch at the bottom of the stove/ it wasn’t in the kitchen. Checked behind the couch in the living room, entertainment cabinet thought maybe if I vacuumed/ it may get caught up in the suction not sucked up/ looked in the book case behind books/dusted off the frame that holds our picture/Still looking for it.
Can’t believe the carelessness/ How in the hell did I lose it? /Still looking for it.
The dining room was no help at all/ the table and chairs can’t hide much/ but I did look under the rug just to see if maybe just maybe it rolled under there/ Why—can’t—I find it? / If I have to tear this house down, I’m going to find it because it means so much to us/ Apologies baby/ caught in a moment and lost it/ still looking for it.
Can’t believe the carelessness/How in the hell did I lose it? / Still looking for it.
The guest room was dusty/ I gotta find it/ checked under the bed in the closet/lifted the bottom of the curtains/ I gotta find it/You’ll be home soon so I have to find it/How do you misplace something so rare special & beautiful?/ how do you lose something so valuable?/
Checked the bathrooms/looked in the toilet/ Lord I hope I didn’t flush it/ looked behind the shower curtain/ medicine cabinet even/ where—Is— it? /went in our bedroom sat on the bed/ let me re-group here/ take a breath/ inhale/ exhale/ Still looking for it/ our bedroom is filled with you’s and me’s components of our lives intertwined/ so many memories/this house reeks of we/ each and every room/ a part of us is resumed/like now as your key turns the lock to our home/ I smile/that moment it clicked/ “it” was never flushed, lost, or misplaced/ you were just gone.
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