Where I hope to be
In case you ever need to find me
And I am no longer here:
Find me in the stolen glances
Across the room when everyone is busy.
In the anxious anticipation
Of someone’s presence
Or the small thrill that comes
From a brief moment of locked eyes.
Find me in the room
When your mind wonders
And eventually concludes to them.
In the longing you feel
After learning all about them
As if it was your duty to do so.
Find me in the tilt of your universe
When they walk in the room.
But when all this eventually dies,
As it always has for me,
Find me in the letting,
The acceptance,
The quietness your mind finally lets you have.
