Arid

Checked my pockets 
looked under bed
even inside shoes
nary to be 
even retraced steps 
out in garden 
thinking that I’d
dropped it there 
not a trace 
where are you 
my little inspiration 
where’s your laughter 
and your eyes 
what was once 
a rain forest 
with its rainbow 
is now just 
an arid landscape 
dry and crumbling