Out of Sight...

I woke this morning to confusion: something was wrong.

I felt as though I had lost one of my senses.

I looked for my lost sense in the mirror, but saw nothing of it.
My hands groped for it, and felt naught.
I sniffed the air for it, and got nothing but a sore chest.

So, lacking though I felt I went to breakfast.
As I sat eating my cereal,
listening to the crunching inside my skull,
I wondered upon what I was missing.

I turned to my ask my love what she thought,
and realized she was gone.