#stuffstephwrites

Where are you?

I’ve been looking for you.

Maybe I took the wrong turn.

Maybe I searched the wrong house.

Where are you?

I’ve been waiting for you.

Maybe I picked the wrong window.

Maybe I knocked the wrong door.

Where are you?

I’ve been asking for you.

Maybe I called the wrong name.

Maybe I read the wrong time.

Where are you?

Please, hurry.

I’m getting tired,

of waiting

I learned to be happy between french songs and long night talks.

I learned to be happy between pep talks and thirst for affection.

I learned to be happy between a prayer and a good night sleep.

But I learned to stay happy, with raw will power, and intensive care of myself.

I learned to be happy with others, but I stay happy by myself.

And now I’m stronger that I’ve ever been.