Where did Time go

Sometimes I keep it in my pocket,
in my wallet,
as a reminder
        a redeimer of sorts,
it helps me focus on the future,
     Based on Facts
 but facts cannot come from what has not yet

Sometimes I leave it in my jacket,
after a long day of work,
or rain,
Sometimes I lose track of it when I'm thinking somewhere else,
and then I panic and I search for it,
Sometimes I leave it right in front of me,
       someplace so obvious that I can't see it right in front of me

Sometimes I leave it in my car,
where other people can see it,
 they cannot take it from me
    for it is mine
But that does not mean I can't lose it

Sometimes I drop it without noticing,
and it rolls,
into cracks or holes
up and down a landscape
in an out of memories

Sometimes I leave it there on purpose
Hoping to forget about it,
         but by thinking of it, it will haunt me
Sometimes I mistakingly leave it in the fridge
And then I find out after an hour and think
        'so that is where I left it'
                           right in front of me

No matter where it goes, it is mine and does not leave me
Sometimes I will leave it on my desk or set it down,
but it is not lost forever, and I will always find it
And no matter where I go and where it is left, it is there
it is there and it is me
Sometimes I keep it in my pocket