Has Anybody Seen It Lately?

I'm afraid I lost it again. This usually happens when I'm not too careful.

It goes missing even without a hint of warning. But panic will never poke its ugly head, because I'm oddly unfazed.

So common an occurence that I already know how it thinks. I understand its erratic patterns, even its cryptic inner workings. Putting it on the back of a milk carton or sending out a search team will be all for naught. It will not be forced, be bribed, nor it be fooled. It will only turn up when it wants to.

Yet, some find my indifference rather troubling. To quiet their ails, I get up and make a show of looking for it. But I don't really. When I've inched my way out of people's evil judging glares, I sit back and just let the madness of losing it envelope over me.

It is a terrible thing to lose, I'm well aware. Hours, days and sometimes, years, it stays missing. At times when I've grown tired of its absence, I do catch myself calling out for it.

And when it's ready, my mind may answer.

Then I know it's back.