Hour Twenty

I search for that piece

The one that was left behind

That one elusive piece of the puzzle

That will help make sense of it all

I look under couch and chair

In cushions and crevices

Was it left at the market?

Perhaps back at school?

Did I misplace it at my mother’s?

Now when did I last see it?

I’m sure it was long ago

Perhaps it was thrown out

Tossed away with other unneeded things

Yet still I search

No stone left unturned

That ever elusive piece

The one that will make me whole

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