You,
what are you smiling about?
it couldn’t possibly be me.
I am held in your gaze
(I wish it was your arms)
How can you: light hair,
dark eyes and me: the
opposite, have anything
in common? I wish.
Wishing is like walking
and it only gets me so
far, so far it has gotten
me to nowhere and back
again, back to where I
started, and where I started
is still lacking, funny how
you’re still missing.
Missing like a picture frame,
empty.
Missing like a thousand words
missing from a book,
Missing from here and now
with you and I
Missing,
Instead you are on a separate
page in a different story
with another lover,
Instead you are with
her.
