For five days we've searched for you.
in the cracks between cushions.
I've pulled out the flashlight to look behind furniture.
We inspected cabinets
checked under beds.
I've scoured every inch of my car.
I've made my son look through all his dirty clothes,
turning out every pocket.
I made the same son search through his:
I told my son, "I'm so disappointed' and "This is so frustrating."
This son has lost things before.
And at work today,
as I rooted around in my purse for lipstick,
I found it.
The missing key.