Searching for Another You
The air is moist,
But my throat is dry,
My hands are callused,
As though I’ve tried,
To keep a promise,
To fix a mistake,
To guard a heart,
That must never break.
But now you walk away,
Alone here I stand,
I see the hour glass,
While I’m blind to the sand.
But the stars light up the sky,
The promise, a forget-me-not of the angels,
And I don’t have wings,
But I fly,
And search for another you.
(2013)
