when searching

when searching
for the lost key
that's in
your hand, the hat
nowhere to be
found, upon
your head,
the book you
were reading
sitting on
the bed where
you left it
at the page,
turned down,
you wonder, is
this the end of
who I used to be,
or the beginning
of what I will
become, or
something yet
unknown,
not seen.