I Look for You in Words
every day, want your syntax,
your reminder of how we could
tell one another our own way to
celebrate a connection.
There was a time, when enough
words could be exchanged to know
they were yours,
no one else could dream notions
so spectacular to leave me breathless.
Just the same, always,
I would immediately know your eyes,
your touch, your sweet splendor,
in pragmatic beauty,
I would always favor
I look for you,
in pages, in postings,
in parallel lives,
and wonder if perhaps I may have
over-looked you again.