It is neither here, or there. Not behind this door, or maybe this one, no. Tis not high? Or low? Oh, I’ve forgotten so. One can be pleased, as I have misplaced this. My steps miss-traced, something could be amiss. Though, it is difficult, to lose such a thing. Its hands wrap around my neck, as it clings. I can’t hear it ring, what sound will it bring? When it finally comes back. Oh, what happened to it, I feel like a lout. Where is my self-doubt?