All The Lost Things

All the lost things
All the things
I lose
Day to day
Or month to month
I never notice
Until it's critical
That I find it
My nail file
The little bag for my mooncup
My sports bra
My jogging bottoms

All the little things
That complete
My life
And make everything
A little
Easier
Nicer
Bearable

I want them back
From the dark abyss
Of gray nothingness
Where all things are lost
Gone for good
Swirling out of reach
In my memory
They lose their physical selves
And are washed away
To electrons of frustration

I want them all back
Every sock
Every clip
Every hair band
Every piece of paper holding some vital piece of knowlege

I want my life restored
I want the order back
I want control
I want my things back from I don't know where

Please?