March 13, 2015

Searching


I don't answer
my phone anymore,
preferring to let it
speak for itself.
No one knows
if I'm really here,
just not picking up,
or if I've gone
somewhere else.
I keep looking
for myself
in the ads on TV,
but I'll never
drive those cars,
drink those beers,
nor could I still love
half so much,
sitting in
some crowded bar,
unless I were
looking for you,
searching near,
and searching
far.