Feel You

I don't know where you are.

I'm doing everything right. Everything I'm meant to do. I went to college, got a job. A good one, too. I wear nice clothes, I do my hair every morning and walk through my life with authority, convincing everyone.

But I don't know where you are.

When I was little, I looked at all of them. So much that I'm now one myself. I thought it was supposed to be perfect. I thought that at this point, everything would be shining bright and full and overflowing with smiles and stability and knowing.

But I don't know where you are.

I wander through my crowded life, lonely. I can hear my blood screaming, begging that someone- anyone- will hear it above the noise of my smile.

I don't know where you are.

Is it you that I see in my beloved's hand?

Is it you that I feel on the ocean mist?

Is it you that I taste in my tears?

Is it you that I hear in my veins?

Feel You

You haven't been answering me.
I still don't know where you are.

But I can feel you.

You still don't answer me.
So I can only assume that this breathing, beating, living darkness

is

you.