Missing

I don't know if that's a good enough title, but here's a poem I wrote today.

The golden brown batter
Drizzles into the pan
Sizzling.

I wait
Four minutes
To flip.

The chocolate is melty.
It burns
Sticking to the pan.

Scrape! goes the spatula
Against the hot cast iron.
Breakfast lands on my plate.

I open the drawer
To grab a fork.
I prepare to eat.

I cut off a small piece
Stab it with my fork
Put it in my mouth.

I chew slowly
Savoring the chocolate
Rolling it around in my mouth.

But wait!
Something's missing
Something essential!

I spit it out.
It landed on the floor
With a plop.

I search the house
Frantically
Desperately.

Where is it?
It's gone!
I need it!

I look under the bed
Dust flies in the air.
Not here.

I open the shower curtain
Search inside the tub.
Not there.

I take the books from their shelves
Look in each one.
Not anywhere!

I collapse on my couch
Giving up.
My appetite was gone.

I stood up.
Wearily
Getting some milk.

I trudge to the kitchen
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
The fridge opens with a pop.

I grab the carton
Pull it out
Scraping the plastic shelf.

But behind it!
I see
The wonderful plastic container.

The milk is forgotten
In my delight.
Finally, I can eat!

Click!
The lid flips open.
Sweet sugary goodness in a thin coat.

I attack my food
Break the plate.
Breakfast is soon over.

I lick the plate.
Every last crumb
Is gone.