The tabs of my mind
miss your fingers
skimming through them
index first
middle next
till you find yourself
running till you
find
thoughts of
you

I skim the page
For any sign that
You acknowledged my presence
Atop the rooftop party that day

I skim the page
For the sign that
Everything was marginally magical
Below the ground of our feet that day

I skim the page
For I have seen the sign that
I needed to see.