Finding You

I look for you whenever I remember

 we are souls needing to find one another

Bound by solitude and understated knowledge

Of all things lonely and empty. 

We long to be found in this faceless place

Where we are all underground and anonymous

and only truths or lies exist

 Or not.

You have been here before...

But I am a  novice

More outwardly present in the world

of family, of home, of everyday,

of the mundane.

Yet we sit,each of us,

holding a computer, 

hoping to get back a human touch.

You claim to be dead

I feel dead yet claim to be alive.

I don't buy your death notices or your

feeble attempt to kill yourself off as you were.

Only I extend a hand to you

As you were, as you are, and as you will ever be.

To connect with you in the shameless, faceless way

 Longing for a fleeting, maternal cyber-embrace.

They'd hunt you if they knew you're still alive..

To expose the mysteries of your many suffering selves.

As if your truth and beauty depended on your being like them.

I will find you and then let you disappear at will.

And find you and let you go again.

 

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

to me this captured the notion of acceptance in it's rawest form