Where are you my love? When will my attention be drawn to you? Where are you? (I can’t seem to find you). I feel your voice in a song. I feel your touch on the wind…in my hair. Only you. You alone ever seem to care (about me). I haven’t been able to follow the steps of your feet. Fleeting they are, and fresh and free. I yearn for you like the flower does the spring. I’ll keep looking. I hope to find you soon. That will be the day I finally get to…meet you.

Written by ©Jesus Garcia II, Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Artist: ©Ilya Kuvshinov