I search for you in scriptures, hope alight,
eyes roving over my well worn scribbles.
My simmering love for you held on tight
yet, the logic remaining is little.
I mourn a loss so short in its lifespan,
a poem half written- a song unsung.
I had mapped a journey, a wondrous plan,
and to this day those hopes still remain young.
Time slips from fingers famished and hungry,
I, so desperate f...