Everything is lost at some point.

It starts with a pen, or maybe a shirt.

You don’t notice, or maybe don’t care.

Soon you forget about it entirely.

Then, it’s your homework assignment. You worked really hard on it.

You look for 5 minutes in your room.

Whatever. You can always just redo it.

You find it four days later shoved in the bottom of your backpack.

This time, you lose your headphones, your mom gets mad.

I mean, you worked all summer to save up for those.

You look…

And look…

And look.

You look forever, but never find them. As much as that sucks, you can always save up again and buy another pair.

By the time you get a new pair, you forget all about that old pair. Not caring if someone has them right now, or maybe they’re at the bottom of the ocean, or maybe in a Cracker barrel in Alabama.

It doesn’t matter now, right? You have new ones.

But this time, it’s different

It’s not something, but someone.

You wait for them to come back, to talk again, to do something, anything.

A day.

A month.

A year.

You try to forget them, while you wait and beg for them to come back.

The faces get blurry.

What’s their favorite color again?

Oh! Yeah their mom’s name is- uh…

It’s fine, because you can forget. You can forget and replace them, just like the headphones, and the homework, and the shirt, right?

Right?