Gone

Sometimes things get lost
And never ever found.
You cover tracks you’ve crossed,
Check every inch of ground.

You scour every crack
Of every turn you’ve taken
And think you’ll get it back,
But sometimes you’re mistaken.

You mentally retrace
Your every single move;
It’s got to be someplace.
You’ve got something to prove.

You cannot second guess
The status of your brain.
Who needs the added stress
The mind can entertain?

You’ve got to let it go;
You’ll soon get it replaced.
You know deep down it’s not
The worst thing you have faced.

Stop looking and accept
The fact it’s truly lost.
Forget the tears you’ve wept –
It isn’t worth the cost.