‘ And oh my love remind me; what was it that I said’
I can’t find it – the virtual piece of you that found me so very long ago – what kind of person loves like this. what kind of woman.
Searching desperately through the URL of your heart, trying so hard to find a piece of what drove me toward you – looking for comments of faith and her snickering sarcasts.
The few worded paragraphs screaming out to me and into me as my eyes lock on to your words – shyly intended to reach a few souls and your hope was that I would be out there somewhere and read it : and there I was; here I am again!
I am reaching for you too
I am searching
I will cross as many borders as I must , just to know what your voice sounds like – I imagine how you would look at me when you’re sulking or when you are trying my patience.
This is my personal advert; I hope that you will stumble upon this page someday and read this as I read you…
I collect URL sentences in a book
I collect as many bits of you as I can find
I am fighting against distance and time
To get to hold you someday
to kiss you
to know that if I really were to see you
You would be graceful enough to stay
stay with me a second – and if indifference prevails
I will encourage you to run away.
7 Devils haunt my dreams
7 Devils and one S’aint
Florence found me again
I was searching for you
and although you may not want to accept it
In your own way
You’re searching for me too