I lost my phone
Like I lose a lot of things
It was my new glasses last month
And now the thing that tells me the time
And when to get up in the morning.
I’m afraid I can no longer trust myself
My memory does not serve me well
I’m misplacing a lot of dear items
Those essential to me
I’m afraid to trust myself
It puts all the responsibility on me
When my memory does not serve me well.