As I was walking to work the other day my soul fell out of my pocket.

By the time I noticed it was gone, a long time had passed (and some family members).

I tried to retrace my steps. When had it dropped? Where had I seen it last?

I asked around. I even put up a sign. Lost soul. With my phone number.

Maybe someone knew where it could be found?

I searched and searched, but in the end, I knew I couldn’t find it anywhere.

Then I remembered what I was wearing.

And there is was all along in the pocket of my best suit.