my face,
It is 10.00am and another
Friday morning,
On the table my book
left opened,
With words left
unfinished.
I opened my eyes,
I was not the same man,
A man looking for you,
Who are you I do not
know?
Flipped the pages over
and over,
What am I looking for?
I took a sip from my
cup,
Exhaled a lonesome
breath.
At night I stared out
at the night
canvas,
Speaking to you,
The empty winds that
carried my
words to you,
Were you listening?
As my eyes close to
bring an
end to the night,
My heart still asks,
Of this question every
night,
Where are you…where are
you?
Oh my love…I have
missed you so.
Where are you…?
