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.