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.

Published by elizabeth claire

poetry for the desperate and the romantic. university student, bored out of her mind. View all posts by elizabeth claire

madeleine's tea February 12, 20194:51 am Reply

I love this. That last part, with the little girl, is it a reference to something?

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1. Elizabeth Margaret February 19, 20193:15 am Reply
  
  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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