her search.

she yawns cat-like
stretching the new day
into her arching back
so she can support herself
and her simple ambition:
to find you

you, who she now
pens letters to

you, who she
sneaks into her dreams

you, who she thinks
up names for

you, who she believes
simply must exist

somewhere

each day
begins to rememble
a moment
a sweet kind moment
that will be later catalogued
as 'before YOU'

she will keep looking
she will find you

and when she does
her nights, though
sleepless for a while,
will be full of
more contentment
than she has
ever
known.

she will rest
easy,
because you,
my dear:

you will be home.