The Inevitable Discovery Of That Which Was Once Lost.

Oh.

Of course.

There it is.

In the place that originally you knew it was,
Before you lost all comprehension of logical fact and location.

And once during the "mardy" you might have remembered,
About the spot that it lays in,
Beside the bed,
Plugged in and incidentally USELESS.

But it is found.

And the moment of fury and frustration passes,
As the phone, greeting an old friend,
Slots in,
Lights up.
And begins the slow charge as I wearily lay down on the bed beside it,
Wishing it sweet dreams.

As I dream of a world without chargers.