Truth for today:  What would we do without whimsy?

Nothing is Lost

A sock. A glove.  A puzzle piece. A key.

All are somewhere we can’t see.

Where have they been tossed?

Everything is somewhere.

Nothing is lost.

Everything is somewhere.

We look and look some more.

A sock should have a partner, a key should fit a door

A puzzle can’t be left undone.

We need to know that these aren’t gone.

Everyone is somewhere.

No one is lost.

When the puzzle piece we cannot find

Is someone that we love

The empty space fills with memory

That fits like a phantom glove.

We see them in our heart and mind

We meet them in our dreams.

Dreams and memory must suffice

Though a completed puzzle would be nice.

Somewhere in the universe

Are socks and gloves and keys.

We cannot know where they exist

It’s one of those mysteries.

Even though they may be missed

Nothing is lost.