I checked the wash this morning. One sock had disappeared. Why does this seem to happen? A dozen times a year. But then I looked around me. I noticed something strange. So many things were missing. Why this sudden change? I hate when things go missing. Why do they disappear? One day it’s right beside you, next day it’s nowhere near. And when things go missing, anything or anyone, you may never even notice, till the day is nearly done. Her favorite sweater’s missing. She always left it there. Now there’s just an empty space, and a missing chair. It’s such a random mystery. Where did everything go? Why are all her things missing? Is there something I should know? I hate when things go missing. Why do they disappear? One day it’s right beside you, next day it’s nowhere near. And when things go missing, anything or anyone. You could spend all day looking, questioning everyone. My favorite mug, the one with the cat. Her secret diary. Imagine that! If there’s a reason, she’d write it down. Like when she wrote, that I was acting a clown. I hate when things go missing. Why did she just disappear? One day she was right beside me, and now she’s nowhere near. Some things just go missing. Anything or anyone. Did she simply vanish? Or did she decide to run?
