I once mislaid a word.
I looked for it everywhere, but to no avail.
And one night, I woke up, and found it sitting by my bedside.
Looking at me the way a relative looks at a patient.
I held out my hand and the word kissed it.
I tried to speak and the word disappeared inside my mouth.
Since then, every now and again, I hear it beat inside me.
And I know we’re fine.