The Minor Panic of a Misplaced Wallet

By Saywisely

1 min read Oct 11, 2024
The gentle pat, then harder now,
A worried wrinkle on my brow.
The pockets empty, where's the lump?
My stomach does a nervous jump.

My life, my name, my plastic soul,<
Has vanished from my own control.
A frantic, breathless, clumsy chase,
To put my world back in its place.

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