Packed Away

I don't remember wrapping it in newsprint
tossing it into a box--
sealed with double strength tape.

I don't remember tossing it carelessly
into an open lidded box --
jumbled items, headed to the thrift.

I don't think I left it on the bus,
forgetting it on a waiting room chair--
remembered only later.

It wasn't like any of that.

I think it did slip away
falling like sand--
passed through a red plastic sieve.

I think it could have been like water
flowing over rocks--
noticed only after it was gone.

I think it could have been a penny here
a nickel there--
spending until it was all gone.

I stand, looking around
room by room-- 
confused.

It is no longer here.