I have been searching for you,
A variety of the obsessive stalking kind.
Except, I haven’t laid eyes on you again, yet…
Once so technicolored, vivid and real,
But now living on and burned into my memory.
Still. Still your essence consumes me.
…. I see you in my dreams…
Entirely overwhelmed by inordinate peace,
Just from knowing you’re there.
Subtle touches, bright smiles, deep breaths, serenity.
I rage at the universe to bring you back…
But it’s only silence that echos back at me.
Is it possible that there’s anything you recall?
Am I something you’ve lost?
Or am I just a drop in the Dead Sea…
Not even a ripple in your life.
You’d say I’m being dramatic,
I wish I was…
…. Because then I wouldn’t need to endure
The regret of no turning back.
Was it Adoration? Devotion? Yearning? Love…
For me it passionately burns… 30 years on.
