May 26, 2020
Searching
I haven’t found you yet, You that keeps my soul warm in the morning.
I haven’t found you yet, You that keeps my bed warm, Warmth that reminds me that I’m not alone in this world.
I haven’t found you yet, You that looks at me and through me and around me, Looks that speak the only language that matters — Trust.
I haven’t found you yet, You that sees the demons that I walk with, The guilt that is the ocean I try to stay afloat on.
Sometimes I think I catch a glimpse of you, Sometimes I think I hear your voice, But like a distant echo, Like a beautiful dream that lingers just long enough to torture, It fades.
