A ghost

I will find you in everything.

 

But that is not quite right.

I will find you in everything

Because I will look for you in everything.

I will see your eyes in every pair of eyes I look into

But they will not be as pretty;

I will hear your laugh in every laugh I listen to

But it will not ring true,

It will not make me feel the way you do.

And your lips and your nose and your hair

And the way you glow

With passion

With love

With hate

Such vastness

You are never boring

Even when you are

Even when there is nothing to say or do or feel-

I will look for you in everything and everyone

And nothing will ever come close.

 

(I see you in the window of a guitar shop,

In everything blue,

In the trees and

In the forest floor;

I feel your laugh in the moss

I hear your smile in the surface of a pond.

Every scarf

Every bad mother

Every great friend

Every half-smoked cigarette.

All of it conjures you.

You are alive and yet

You haunt me.)