I still search for you
wherever I go.
In the faces of passersby,
the laughter of voices,
the center of a touch.
I will likely always seek you out,
always see the possibility.
In the smile of a friend,
in the handshake of someone new.

There are times when I
feel your absence like a cavern
in the core of my life.
I hear the echoes
among the dreams I cultivate
within the depths of my lonely bed.

As much as despair cloaks me,
a glimmer of light exists.
A tiny, gentle hope fluttering
deep within the darkened space
that knows with a certainty
I often distrust:
You are out there.

In a face I will see beauty in,
a voice that my auditory sensors
will recognize from around a street corner.
In the touch of a hand
that I will glean comfort from.

I still search for you
wherever I end up,
for that fragile hope
still flickers bright so that I
will one day find my way to you.