Find me

Find me.

Find my hair

Sewn into the throw blanket

Sewn into the stitches 

Of your pocket.

Find me

In your coffee,

The oily, translucent swirl

On the surface.

Find me.

Find me

In every line

Of every book

You want to read 

but won't.

Look for me

between the seconds,

That exact moment when 

You're unaware of time

Because we haven't found a way

To keep the clock ticking

To count them.

It feels like a breath

Find me in that breath.

Find me 

Behind your ear,

Miniaturized and hanging on

To your skin

All day.

Find me there reading to you,

Poetry

With floral sounds

And ancient verse.

Find my ring finger

Resting on your wrist

And kiss it, bite at it,

In lieu of a ring.

Run the tip of your tongue 

Around it.

Capture me,

Marry me,

Lock me in the attic

With the dust and the light bulbs

and the trunk,

The scarves.

I'm not hiding.

I wouldn't hide.

I'm waiting here

Inside an otherwise empty painting

For you

To find me,