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.)