Searching for you

You’re the word

On the tip of my tongue

- tip - tip – tick – tock

You’re the face on my clock

Yes!

You’re the catch in my breath

Like if I was to cough

Words of you

Would just tumble out

Like if I was to shout

Words of you

Would just rumble out

You’re built into my skull

You’re the clutch over my brain

You’re running through my veins

I cannot shake you

I cannot break

You

Are my train of thoughts

The tracks go on forever

My handwriting looks like it spells your name

I cried

And the tears were in the shape of you

Or maybe they just carried your reflection

But when I try to swallow my words

They are the words of you

Choking!

You're inedible

I can taste the tip of my tongue

How is that so palatable?

The silence continues

But it is a cacophony of kitsch

Because I’ve decorated it in bullshit

Jokes, stories

To hide that I’m alive in a memory

It carries me

It cannot let you go

Because then I would be timeless

Wordless

Nowhere

No one

My head is your home

My heart is your Broadway show

My mouth is your audio

Your personal narrator

Biographer

Entertainer

Lover

You are inside of me

I wish I meant that sexually

But I need you expelled from me

The possession of obsession

My tongue wags

But my lips stay pursed

I’m scared of thirst

The mention of you

Could pour out into my glass

The mention of you

Could follow my breath

The mention of you

Could speak over my prayers

Neither one is worse

I just know

The mention of you

Will escape into my words