We lost it.
So we went searching,
through trees and grass and hills,
by the river, under rocks.
And all the while we throw daggers
At each other.
We lost it.
And in our hearts we want it back.
But in our minds,
our pride won't let us.
Where did you put it?
No, you had it last.
We search, pointing fingers, glaring.
Blaming each other for misplacing it.
We lost it.
But still we cling,
hoping we will find it.
Under the bed, on the counter, in the fridge.
We lost it.
But we're too afraid to leave.
Because we're the last place we had it.
So we stay and search,
we look in books and in offices,
searching every bar and the bottom of glasses,
too afraid to admit its absence.
Because we cant remember the time before we found it.