Gone Missin'

For all the lost things that had a home

and somehow took a notion to roam

I wish you hope and I wish you well.

To my errant pen, my favorite mug,

that pack of lifesavers under the rug,

and the all the things the dog would find

—the little things that were left behind—

like time to pause and share a hug

or talk without devices that use a plug,

To all the real words left unsaid

when we thought a flash of text would do instead,

and all the hurt and joy and folly,

I wish we could find them again by golly.