Forget; Remember.

Hands shake, tremble.

Where is it?!

Clothes shoved aside, books thrown to the floor.

All care is forgotten when you lose yourself like this.

Forcing drawers open, tearing through boxes.

The lights are too bright -

Where the fuck is it oh god where is it

I need it I need it now where is it

- but sound is muffled through the roaring in your ears.

I couldn’t have just lost it where is it

Fingers rake through hair, down cheeks, up arms.

Red trails follow, and frustration wells in your eyes.

And then you wrench a side open in desperation –

I found it. I found it.

Thank god.

Clutch it to your chest, weeping in relief and shame.

How far can one fall?

That is an answer you don’t want or need –

after all, you stare it in the eye every day.

It's something I need.