Elucidating Questions

I miss you every day like a face I can’t touch, a name I don’t know, a place I haven’t seen,

Nowhere to go, nothing to say or do.

No one to talk to.

I miss you, like a voice I’ve never heard and air I’ve never breathed.

You’re not here, you’re somewhere out there,

You’re not here, I’ve looked everywhere.

You never told me your name, I don’t know the answer.

The name you gave wasn’t a name and if it was a name it was almost certainly lost in the translation of the dream of before.

The faces I didn’t recognise, but the souls, and spirits, I did.

Where are you?

Why are you?

How do I continue without you?

I thought I had found you, a split second of either madness or loneliness synonymous with it.

Though if I came across your being, would the meeting really be the same?

He’s here though, I did think I had found you.

He’s like you, he’s someone, I still recognise him,

But if I had to explain,

I feel like it would end up like the dream I had.

The hawk and I, side by side,

Talking it over, trying to put it into words.

Trying to figure out who he was and why it happened this way.

We meet in dreams, we met in dreams,

Dreams are all I have, to see the faces and truly speak to them.

I miss you, but I stand at the door, thinking if this is it,

If I’ll never be able to touch you or say your name,

That I foolishly did the spell, that I foolishly undid the spell.

If I had your heart in my hands as I pulled the pieces, and filled it with you,

I don’t anymore.

I say it felt heavy, it wasn’t a lie,

But I wish it would come back.

At least I would have a piece of you to hold on to,

And at least you gave it to me.

The sensation of a kiss on the bottom lip,

I am but a sorcerer without his most familiar.

I can recreate the spell, perhaps this time it will create the proper wripple.

A cross roads of the fates, a flame lit, the ashes of life,

And the pieces of it.

No incantation, silence in the night,

And maybe this time the moment will be right.