Little Despot has lost a slipper
And doesn't give a hoot about it.
Glancing hurriedly around, like she's out of her mind,
Mom has nothing to do but leave it.
So not my best work, that little poetic attempt at being Cutesy Yet Profound.
I have shown an ability in the past to cut people out of my life with an alacrity that is a bit disconcerting. And yet things like this, like losing one part of a pair, losing a piece of some larger whole, or even having a blemish or damage to an item (be it an appliance, toy, article of clothing, etc.)....these things stick with me. Especially when it involves the loss of something. I experience a rather idiotically notable sense of sadness and, well, loss.
Pretty sure I can classify this as (one of many) Issues.
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