I'm searching for you.
You are a shooting star
I wasn't quick enough to catch.
You are the gust of wind
That left my door open just a crack.
And I am waiting for your strong arms
To just come and hold me,
Because my knobby knees and tired feet
Are no longer sturdy.
I tell myself that the answers
Are in the web of lines on your palms
Because you were the only thing
That got me up in the morning.
I don't know how to let you go
Now that you hold so much meaning.
I am searching for you.
Because I mistakenly gave you a part of me;
Discreetly tucked it into your back pocket,
Thinking you were going to be interested
For more than ten minutes.
And I want it back.
No, I want you back.
