Fate or Neurosis?

Have you ever lost something knowing exactly where it was when it disappeared? Then gone back to that spot every five seconds in your mind like that thing will show up if you keep going back.

In a parking lot or a pocket?
Maybe you didn't check that one small centimeter... yes, that's where it might be.

It's gone. There's no miracle for it to reappear.
If you return to that spot three thousand times it will not be found.

Nobody stole it, maybe it blew away, maybe it just fell into the cracks of the walkway, maybe a bird picked it up.

Is it fate that something is lost?
Like it wasn't yours to begin with?

Is it fate when people are lost?
Like they didn't actually belong to life?