Today, I went looking for your smell--
isn't that funny? to look for
'What will smell like you?' I asked myself,
Then went searching with my eyes.
The laundry basket had no crumpled clothes,
our sheets the outline of my body,
just the trace of me,
and you were denied.
Still I danced around the room with my eyes--
isn't that funny? to dance with
Not a whiff off my feet--
and still you stay hidden,
Isn't that funny? To pry at nothing?
To try and try.
My ears may eat
my fingers may breathe
and my mind may feel emptiness--
isn't that funny?
My heart sighs and sighs.