Poem nineteen http://napowrimo.com
The weight of words I want to say
is pressing down on me.
A familiar sound, face or voice
and suddenly you’re there.
I feel your presence though it can’t be true.
Every fleeting glance in a crowd
reminds me I should be looking.
Searching for something that can’t be found.
I look at a vast sky that houses us both,
and wonder silently where you are.
I will you to call out to us.
Every month that goes by you recede further,
to unknown corners of my memory.
I fear a day when you are lost completely.
Till then I am just searching for someone who can’t be found.