Hiding from your eyes,
white rimmed microscopes
into my mind. Cranium,
musings. Searching for
that which you hope to
find. Searching for the
flicker of a flame
that was never lit.
Grasping for a flicker
that was drowned
by the heat of the flame,
that you so wish
would blow out
like the 10 candles
on the cake my sister
insisted on extinguishing
for me. You search and
hope to uncover a flame
that never felt oxygen.
Perseverance; I admire.
However, I am
saddened for the detective
who can't uncover the
mystery that keeps
him up past the stars;
Unavailable.