When you loose a thing,
You go in search of it,
It starts subtly,
Going over things,
In your mind and physically too.

Then the agitation begins,
All tables turned,
All chairs raised,
Moving a couple items,
Breaking a couple more.

Going through places you shouldn’t,
The outdoors,not safe from your search
Even places you had not been.

You search,
And still you do not find,
Gradually your resolve diminishes.
But maybe you realise something.

You have destroyed somethings
In search of that which you found not,
You misplaced somethings,
That were fine where they were.

Are you satisfied,
Do you even remember what it is you seek?

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