A Naked Wrist | Trent Gurney

I looked in all the obvious places.
Under the bed, behind the dresser.
The places watches like to hide.
Then I looked deeper. Everywhere.
The places one finds things they never want to find,
Yet never what they’re searching for.
Now I look at my wrist,
Wondering the time.
I'll never know.
How long have I been searching?
Perhaps a few short minutes.
Perhaps a few long hours.
I wouldn't know the difference.
I'll never know.
I'll never know without it.