In my mind I’ve seen your image a thousand times,
But I don’t know who you are.
I’ve memorized every contour of your face,
But I don’t know what you look like.
Your every detail is engraved in my remembrance:
Your smile, your scent,
The color of your eyes, the melody of your voice;
The feathery softness of your breath and every sensation evoked by your touch;
The feel of your body against mine.
But…
All I have are disjointed fragments,
Incongruous shards of memories and slivers of portensions.
As hard as I try, I can never piece them together
To form a discernible picture of you.
I know exactly who you are;
And yet… I don’t have a clue.
You to me are no more than an idea,
A thought that is at once lingering and fleeting.
A dream that I yearn for and yet long to escape.
A betokening of things to come
Or perhaps, a reminiscence of things that once were and have since ceased to be?
But I know you are out there
Somewhere.
And I will find you
Someday.
If it takes a lifetime of searching I will find you
Somehow.
Because until I find you, I can never be whole.
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