Thought finder

Where could you be,
oh frazzled piece
of yesteryear's seed?

I find you anonymously,
changing forms
and drifting away.

Again I rub my cheeks,
when will this absent
mind start its buzz?

The fuzziness of my heart
makes me itch all over-
like dark clouds
trailing on my feet.

Tomorrow, tomorrow
I shall draw you near
with a heap of old love.

Author notes

Prompt one:
Did you ever stop to think, and forget to start again? - Winnie the Pooh, Disney