Loss

Ok so I have written a poem about my feelings. It is very raw.

 It's called loss. Every word is the very essence of truth.

Loss

You're not where you are supposed to be

My head

Without you all is fuzzy

You're nowhere near my bed

We were not together long

You were strong

Plastic

You made everything clear

In the morning you were gone

I haven't seen you since

I can't really see anything at all without you

I thought I'd learned my lesson

when I stepped on that other pair

I wasn't that drunk

You should be on my desk

Or at least down the side of my bed

When I look there's nothing there

How can a pair of glasses

Disappear in just one night

And why has one whole day passed

Without my specs in sight

I have some contact lenses

Enough to see me through

But if I don't find my glasses

I don't know what I'll do