The Most Obvious Place
Tagged as: Apr 01A touch
And…ah relief
But where did the precious item go?
It’s probably at my feet
It’s not there
I heard a tinkle, a sound of hard items contacting
But it’s not there
Not where I’d expect it
I’m on my knees
Begging, hoping, almost praying
When will I know?
Now I’m searching far and wide
In the depths of despair
Amidst the trash and the disgusting
Nobody should need to look at this stuff, let alone touch it
But it’s worth it
Who will accept it?
When will I be satisfied?
When will I know the secrets that I want to know?
Ah this is so much trouble
I want to rest
I give up
Oh.
There it is right under my nose!
Well, not quite right under
More like a little to the right…
oh wow. a poem. impressive.
did you lose something again??
Haha I did. And you know me, I can just let that go.
I give up….you gonna tell us what it is?
Since you asked…of course! It was a contact lens, and I was crawling around on the bathroom floor! I went for the poetry, though. Over-dramatization? I love it.
haha, nice derek. did you find your contact??
Yes, I did. Did you read the poem?? The answer is there!
i sooo know this feeling! oh, the trials of hard contacts… :p
Yeah I think that anyone who has hard contacts has experienced this. It’s one of the worst parts. And it gets even worse when you actually lose it!