Ode to Lost Packages

***Disclaimer: I got this idea from Pinterest, an exercise where you write a 20 word sentence, then a 19 word sentence, and so on, ending the story with one word.***

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I place my order and count down the days until I finally get my hands on the next big thing.

With the luxury of two day shipping, it won’t be long before I get to tear that box open.

Two days turns to three, and three days turns to five, and I still find myself quite packageless.

My order claims to have been delivered, but I still haven’t seen any sign of it yet.

I’m utterly dismayed as I sit and think about where my package would have ended up. 

I can’t get a refund on it, and I can’t prove I didn’t receive it. 

Meanwhile, my package sits in the depths under a delivery truck seat long forgotten. 

Or sits in a dark warehouse, where it waits with its lost companions. 

The address was correct, I checked it over and over, countless times. 

Then how, how did it get lost in the first place?

I finally give up and I just order another one. 

The extra cost will be worth it, I believe.

But even when I get it, I’ll wonder. 

I’ll lose sleep as I still ponder. 

On my first order, lost forever. 

Lost forever to the ether. 

Never to be found. 

How many more? 

I wonder. 

Still.

THE END