Loss…

Loss…

I lost my keys. Not sure if that was before, or after, I lost my mind.

I’m sitting on the cold, hard, floor contemplating whether I’ll find either again.

The keys will show up, I’m sure.

They’ll be in the microwave or the fridge or my sock drawer.

I put things in these places if I don’t want to lose them. I just can’t remember which one.

I’m not even sure I have a sock drawer. So they’re probably not there.

Which does create an additional question as to where my socks might be?

So that’s my keys, my mind and my socks that have gone astray.

Perhaps they’ve gone on the run. Hoping to evade the long arm of the law who are after them for a crime they didn’t commit.

Unlike me.

I committed a crime. Not necessarily one I’d go to prison for. But definitely one that made me lose my mind.

And my keys.

And, possibly, my socks.

Maybe prison is where I should be. We could do some kind of deal. Like they used to on LA Law.

And Ally McBeal.

And the Good Wife.

But not Rumpole of the Bailey.

My liberty for my peace of mind. Which is worth more?

Neither are worth a Dime. They’re not even worth a Kit Kat. Or a Curly Wurly.

If I’ve lost my mind then how am I able to generate thoughts like the ones I’m having now?

Thoughts of………well you know what.

Maybe you don’t know what. I hope so.

If I haven’t lost my mind why won’t it tell me where my keys are?

And to confirm the existence, or not, of my sock drawer?

And to provide a rational explanation as to why I’m sitting on the cold, hard, floor?

Although I already know the answer to that one.

You see, that’s the thing about loss.

It has a way of pulling the rug out from under you.

6 thoughts on “Loss…

  1. Sadly(…) I think that this is one of your best posts ever…if not your absolute best. I feel sad that it’s when you’re at your lowest that you are at your finest with ‘Fine’ and ‘The Other One’ being prime examples.

    Whatever it was that made you sit on the floor, the rug being pulled or exhaustion or loss of mind or whatever…you’re helping a lot of people here by being so honest, open and authentic. Many can relate…

    …but ultimately I hope you are ok.

  2. Loved this. A bit of comedy laced in with some tragedy. That’s what makes for the best material. Sorry for your whatever loss lead you to that floor.

  3. I genuinely feel so moved by this post. You laid your heart and soul out there and I can feel that with every word.

    I hope you’re ok Phil, know that you’re not alone 💕

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