Something is Missing
My hands tap my pockets
five, six, ten times a day.
I am searching for something
I have lost, but I can’t remember
what it was.
I feel diminished today, something
My phone is there, no missed calls.
My keys, change, wallet,
all where they should be.
I tap again hoping to find what is missing,
to become whole again.
This is just how I feel some days (most days anymore really).