A tale of sadness and loss

I noticed it had come up missing about a week or so ago but I assumed it was where it always has been when it turned up missing.

Only this time it wasn't.

I don't know where it's gone off to this time.

And I'm surprisingly distraught over it. I don't know when I've been so sorrowful over the loss of something like this.

Never probably.

For some reason, over the years, I have assigned great personal value to this item. And now it's gone.

Gone, like Frank Sinatra, like Elvis and his mom.

Gone, like Al Pacino's cash, my high school dreams are gone.

I want my pocket knife back!!!