When a Lost Happens

Imagine a moment
Inside of your head
So tiring and long
You feel unusually, dead.

He had such a moment
In the middle of the night
That caused him much fear
That shook him with fright.

What had, but, happened?
For him to feel this way
No words he could find
To be able to say.

Outside his home
He stood glued to the phone
Mobile on his ear
With a dull ringing tone

In the wee hours of the morning
Of April Fools' Day
This was no prank!
All he could do was pray.

She sounded so happy
Even with a hello
What a contrast to his mood!
How was she to know

He opened up the confession;
More a depression of some kind
The worry that haunted his soul
He told her what plagued his mind

She laughed, but in shock
Momentarily didn't believe
How it was possible
She could not conceive.

She backtracked the moments
With his help, of course
Filling the possibilities
Her mind less morose

The dead end was reached
Nothing more could be done
She told him he must wait
Until the morning sun

He pretended to play fair
The panic showing through
She would make him laugh
The only one he knew

Stories were told
And fools incidents were shared
While many intricacies
Of cricket were spared

Hours, they passed,
Inching to morn
Yet it was so close
That elusive dawn

"Let it be", were the words
That she calmly said
"Forget it for now
And just go to bed"

Reluctant, he agreed
and disconnected the phone
No sleep would come
He was chilled to the bone

All his hopes
and dreams were gone
There simply was no point
In carrying on.

His life was crushed
A crumbling fort
Ever since he knew
That he lost his passport.