I went to go grab that thing And it wasn't where I left it. I then reached to the right, It wasn't there, Then quickly to the left, And still came up short. It can't be gone, Can it? I think I just misplaced it, But how did I lose it? Something I thought I couldn't put down. Maybe it's not real, And the next time I reach for it It will be where it always is And it's not really gone. Because what does that mean? Gone.... Like how long? A season or two? Or until? I wonder where I lost it, Or how long it's been gone, Because I barely need it, And that's when I finally noticed, That it wasn't there, All this time, When I finally went to go grab the thing.