A Part Of Me Is Missing

I've lost my wedding ring, and it just makes me sick. I like to think that it's just misplaced, but since it's been over a week, I'm losing hope of ever finding it. A week ago Sunday I remember taking it off to wash my hair (my hair is long and sometimes I just wash it by leaning over the tub. Just clarifying. I didn't want you trying to figure out how I'd get in the shower and just manage to only wash my hair, or something like that). I have no memory of my ring after that. I don't remember if I put it right back on. I don't remember if I didn't. My mind is a complete blank after that point. I find that my mind is often a complete blank but I'm particularly upset about this particular lapse.

I've looked high and low. I've searched every conceivable place it could possibly be. It's gone. Completely disappeared as far as I can tell. And it makes me feel unsettled. I'll go through the day and realize I'm feeling a sort of low-lying, humming sadness and it's because my ring is gone and my left hand feels lonesome and naked.

It was a fairly original ring; I loved it for its uniqueness, and as a result of such uniqueness, I now probably can't find it again. The store it came from doesn't seem to have one like it anymore. And it's not like I can just run out and by another one. My money tree isn't functioning as well as I'd like right now.

Now why would my ring want to go away like that? The grass is never greener, you know.