SOMETHING

"Ouch! Damn it."
He had been bumping around in the dark for what felt like forever.
In reality, it hadn't been that long.

He was looking for the Something he used to have
And while he knew he had his Something not long ago,
he didn't know where it had gotten off to now.
He wasn't even sure if he was looking in the right place anymore.

He could remember where he had Something last.
He was sure because the last time he had Something it was the most Something had ever been.

Then something happened to Something and now he had Nothing

Hence, the looking.

It didn't help that almost no one else had seen Something when he had it, and it really didn't help that everybody that had seen Something had thought it was Nothing already.
He wasn't really sure about it himself, anymore.

But he was pretty sure that if Something had been Nothing he wouldn't feel so bad about Something being gone.

He thought, 'Maybe I should call for help.'
'I could describe Something to the police - tell them that Something had gotten off to Somewhere and left we with Nothing. They'd help, I think.'

'But probably,' he thought 'Someone would say it really isn't up to me whether or not I get to have Something anymore. My time for Something might be over, and now it might be time for Nothing.'

'I still want Something back.'

He went back to scratching around in the dark.
The dark went back to creeping in on him.