Lost

It's always lost until it's been found. 

Days, weeks, years all spent looking around. 

Always turning up in the last place I look. 

As if left behind by some half witted crook. 

Sometimes I don't even know it's gone. 

It pretends it's been there all along. 

My minds playing tricks on me I always say. 

There's no way it could go missing every day. 

Then I remembered it was never really found. 

It's still lost, I'll continue to look around.