I left it here, came back a different person searching for the same object.
Three years of moving back and forth searching for it, frantically blind in every nook and cranny, in eyes filled with words only I couldn't read, in corners, seams, **** even web-like cracks on the walls.
I kept searching til it drove me mad.
They say lost objects show themselves by the time you've stopped searching, so I did.
I stopped searching, see it's already lost.
We are both lost.
I don't know where to find it, and I don't think it still remembers its way back to me.