Looking for You (Poetry)

Looking for You

I wandered through

a softball field

Looking for you amongst the grass.

I peered behind the metal shield

Searching for signs that you had passed.

I found you only half concealed—

T'was mem'ries where I'd seen you last.

I mouthed sweet nothings to the night

Imagined you were by my side.

There’s in the sky a dying light

But to empty air I confide.

I’ll find a way, a plea, a fight—

I’ll find you

wherever you hide.

"The best alchemists don't turn lead into gold; they turn the world into words." -William H. Gass