Ever since I woke up this morning
I’ve had the unsettled feeling
that there is something important
I forgot to do.

I checked the list,
but every item has a
heavy, black line
straight through the middle.

The dry-cleaned clothes are
hanging in the closet.
The stack of bills is in the mail.
Food, of a sort,
crowds the refridgerator.
The dental appointment
was duly kept.

I wander the house,
gingerly entering room after room,
hoping to recapture
the important thing
that has slipped away.
But, nothing comes to me.

Perhaps I have left my purse
at the store?
No, it is resting squarely
on the counter.
Everything seems to be in order.

Still,
something is missing,
something is missing,
something is missing.

How do you respond to this piece? Write your own interpretation to be shown above upon the artist’s approval.