lost items

I could probably fill a closet with all the items I've lost over the years.

I still mourn the pale yellow Calvin Klein raincoat I left on a plane over 30 years ago. Its simple lines and luxurious fabric would make it still stylish today, I'm sure.

I've lost keys. Lots of them. But who doesn't lose keys?

Umbrellas.

Gloves. So many gloves. I am still holding a single cashmere fingerless glove hoping its mate will somehow show up. It's been two years.

And glasses. Those are easy to lose. 

Especially sunglasses, for some reason. And usually the expensive ones. 

I've left sweaters at theaters. 

Wallets in cabs. 

Scarves.

Credit cards and debit cards. Not stolen, lost.

Metrocards.

Socks in the wash.

I once even lost a portion of a bracelet. Not the whole bracelet. Just a portion.

Earrings of course.

Oh, and good pens. Now my favorite pens stay at home where they are safe. Although even in my own house I can lose things that never again surface.

But until today I've never lost pillow cases.

I don't even understand how that's possible.

It's not like I take my pillow cases with me and they fall out of my purse.

Or I forget and leave them in my seat at the movies.

Or bring them to a friend's house and neglect to bring them home.

I now have a set of white Matouk sheets minus the pillow cases that go with them.

I 'spose I can re-buy the cases. 

Or maybe they'll show up. 

Just like that fingerless glove I am still waiting to appear.