Went looking for you at the farmer’s market
amongst the vendors with fruits and
vegetables, peddling every edible imaginable
Yearned for a slice from our favorite pizza place
near the market. But now it is closed.
Drinking a glass of pinot noir
The mix of berry and combination
of flavors infusing my brain but still no bite
at the end Left a blah taste in my mouth
Traveling down a country lane
spotting for deer and wild pigs
under the mist of a full moon
Only to perceive the permeance
of a wandering skunk
Searching in traffic for every Prius whizzing
by or maybe a cyclist, remembering the day
I saw your backend in the same turn lane
with us arriving home from work in tandem
In bed snuggling your pillow unwilling to
change the sheets, trying to soak up the
remnants of the DNA you left behind Sad
that our last sleepover was unremarkable
In the flames of the fire
Wondering what you were searching for
amid the embers Afraid you didn’t find me
My beating heart burning for you
Listening to NPR which you brought into my life
filling a void I didn’t know needed to be filled
News Words Music Interviews Podcasts
Relishing the jazz music we seldomly listened to
Taking a shower with the water beating down on
my body alone Don’t have to share the
water which turned cold too soon
Miss brushing against the
cold tile with our pas de deux
Opening the refrigerator I am at a loss
you left your eggs which are now expired
the truffle cheese now hardened At least
the can of Coke or bottle of beer don’t spoil
Not lucky enough to find a half bottle of Chardonnay
Scrolling through Facebook I find memes to share
Which you never acknowledged
I miss your existential postings because I unfriended you
Hoping your friends did not.
I went looking for you at eko Coffee.
Saw a gay couple so tenderly holding hands I was
jealous of their young love and somber because
ours grew old. Miss your hand holding mine
which is how you stole my heart.
I went looking for you at The Bistro where we met
when you came up to me and said, “I like your poetry.”
On open mic night afraid you would be there. Didn’t
know what I’d do if you were, not willing to read this poem.
I could expose my heart to the barflies, but not to you.
I’m trying to be brave
At the marina where we had so many dates
I went looking for you in the sunset
Found you in my tears
Went home comforted
