Went Looking For You

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