the lost earring

i find an earring, just one
lying under
the bed.
it's silver.
not expensive, but
shiny.
i think i know who it belongs
to, but i'm not sure.
i set it on the nightstand,
then move
it to the bookshelf.
before long, i carry it
downstairs
and set it on the kitchen
counter.
from there it goes into
a drawer
where i'll forget about it
for a few days,
before
finding it once more.
in time i'll let
toss it, done with so much
that came
before.