In corners of my mind that should be unoccupied I find you lurk.
In crowds of people, unfamiliar, I see your face.
Fleeting usually, please stay.
Canyons carved now, rivers running down.
From where I don’t know.
Are you at the top?
The bottom?
In unlit allies, there you are.
Are you lost?
I wish you could belong with me.
Fingertips don’t linger, I don’t mind.
But sometimes I wish they could stay a little longer.
Frenzy all the time.
No matter, I’ve lost you in the crowd again.
I hope, I think, that you’ll come back
but the smile as you leave warms my heart.
you don’t turn around.