I have a tendency to drop
My pills upon the ground;
No matter how I look for them,
They’re nowhere to be found.
“I’m sure they fell somewhere ’round here,”
I say and search with hope,
But somehow they just disappear
Beyond my puzzled scope.
They’re likely with my unpaired socks,
Where all the lost have gone,
Into a greedy void of space
Where all the dropped are drawn.

11 thoughts on “Gone

  1. The other night one of my pills shot off and landed in the dustbin, in a mound of uneaten cat food. I had little choice but to wipe it down with a tea towel and eat it. Most unpleasant.

    1. I think you got lucky. It could have been much worse.

  2. Oh oh oh! Yes I just cleaned my floor and even underneath things(cuz im unemployed) found a colorful assortment of pills. Never thought of a poem…love that feline mind of yours!

    1. Ah, so they can go under stuff…never thought about that. šŸ™‚

      1. Oh ya better look!

  3. Socks and pills dancing a merry little dance all around your house Cubby šŸ™‚

    1. Ah Jo, you rub salt in the wound. *licks salt*

        1. My salt. All mine. *licks salt faster*

          1. haha I am eating dominos pizza for tea, I think I am about to go into a salt overload šŸ™‚

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