It's okay
To do without
When it's providing
Nothing
Within

I find you in the strangest of places
in empty streets beneath the trees
in crowded rooms full of music and strangers
and sometimes I even find your eyes catch mine or your voice say my name
I find you when you’re not there at all
in the lines of songs and the pages of books
in the caress of my pillow and the formation of my smile
But the strangest place I find you, strangest of all
is on my mind
constantly and irrevocably

it is not enough to know
how frail
one single gust of wind
could take you
away
your soft, tattered edges
cut paper thin lines
across my destination