poem: what is not (lost & found)

I am looking

for him everywhere but he

is not even in my dreams he is

scattered over the snow

in kicked-up footprints he is

the smudges on the windows when I breathe

against

the glass, watching my loneliness fog into

my fingertips, watching him

always not appear.

 

little girl (asked in broken english) why do you always dream?

I don’t know sir, but I am waiting nonetheless.

2 thoughts on “poem: what is not (lost & found)”

    1. thank you <3. ah, no, I just put it in. I wish I could say it was a reference and sound all literary and posh….but lol no, it's just how the poem came out.

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