Lost

 I've lost something, I'm sure.

And yes, I have checked my coat pockets

and in the small leather handbag from 2006 

the one I keep far back in the closet

behind the polyester vest and the scratchy sweater.

And I looked at the very back of the fridge

In the spot behind the applesauce where no one else dares to look.

I had high hopes when I peeked over the couch cushion.

But all I found there was a paperclip and a postage stamp.

I checked in the obituaries section 

of the newspaper the dog brought in.

But there was nothing there for me.

I'll check inside my ears tomorrow,

and maybe if I listen close 

I'll remember what I'm missing.