I've looked for you
in every face I've ever met
In the words of scholars and clergy
I've searched for your voice
in the pages of classic hymns
In the aisles of vintage record stores
I glimpsed you over my shoulder
a few times I heard you breeze by
Only to turn and lose sight
I found traces of you in others
Stayed too long and found
it was just your smoke on their jackets
There have been bouts of regret
Years of doubt
As I convince myself you are a ghost
And I'm a house haunted
That this midnight in my core
A dark night lit with the promise
of the moon behind a cloud
...is delusion
You're there just behind the sunset
Across the street
In a different cafe with the same name
Are you waiting
Did you lose hope
Can you taste it like I can?
Our forever.
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