Missing

One sock lost in the dryer.

One tee shirt left somewhere.

A story I began to write and forgot to save—somewhere in space, I expect.

Relatives that ran out of time and left—

One day I'll find that sock—probably curled up in a towel or sheet.

I'll replace the blue tee shirt with another blue tee shirt and learn to love the new shirt.

The story probably needed to be revised so I'll start over.

The relatives that left when their time ran out often left with unsaid words— but it isn't possible to finish all conversations.

It's the friends or relatives who leave because of unsaid words. They can't be replaced.

In time they find new worlds and new words.
They too are mourned.