That itchy mental feeling. What is missing? What have I forgotten?

I was feeling that several times the past few days. Weeks? Not really sure.

But the urge to fiddle through my mind files kept coming back. A yearning, too. A real, necessary part seemed lost. So irritating.

Busy. Working, and doing what needs to be done. Busy. But wondering. The thoughts keep returning.

It will come, I tell myself. Something will come to me. I will fill the empty space once more. Surely that hole will be filled. Where is that peg?

It is here, now. A request filled.