My table is cluttered with piles of bills, books,
half un-bagged and half-forgotten groceries.
I lost something. I don’t remember what it was
but I keep picking up stacks of books and letters
as I search the table hoping to find that thing again.
Cadence Collective: Long Beach Poets 
There is something beautifully sad about the moment you’ve captured here. Lovely work. I also like how the title gives the poem so much of its meaning. 😊