Sanity

Losing something questions your sanity. Where did I leave it? Where have I been? Retrace your steps.. When was it in your hand last? Losing a person is similar.. Where was I when I last saw them? What if I had known we'd never talk again? What would I have said? Where have we been together? Retrace your steps.. When was their hand last in yours? There is always hope that the thing you had can be recovered and you know your lost sanity will be restored. But hope is a sometimes fragile creature, easily scared by circumstances.