The Missing Key

Missing Key

For five days we've searched for you.

Under couches 

and 

in the cracks between cushions.

I've pulled out the flashlight to look behind furniture.

We inspected cabinets

and

 checked under beds.

I've scoured every inch of my car.

 I've made my son look through all his dirty clothes,

turning out every pocket.

I made the same son search through his:

backpack

bed

desk

dresser

and

everywhere

in between.

 I told my son, "I'm so disappointed' and "This is so frustrating."

This son has lost things before.

And at work today,

as I rooted around in my purse for lipstick,

I found it.

The missing key.

*facepalm*