Searching

A rough piece I am working on.

At home,
I am alone,
I am nobody's but my own.
But in my head,
you are with me,
whispering "I love you" endlessly.

I search between these sheets,
Hoping I might find you there
But you are no more a figment of my imagination
than a little girl hoping the fairy tales come true

Foolishly, I follow the wind,
Hoping it will some how lead me back to you
But all I find is this horrible air,
That has been so empty since you left.

Foolishly, I follow others,
With my heart and mind elsewhere,
I let my feet lead the way
Into the uncertain times ahead

I tell myself, "don't look back"
and I will get to where I want to be
A place where I am free,
Where my mind is no longer plagued by thoughts of you.

I catch the train upstate,
Hoping maybe it will bring me closer to you.
As we race past the bright blues of the ocean,
It doesn't seem to sparkle the way it did when I was with you

Inside my head
I find you there,
Looks like you never really left
Retrace my steps between these sheets,
As I lull myself to sleep.