Where I Find You

I still look for you in every book. In every lyric. In every line of poetry. In every episode of television. In each movie I watch for the hundredth time. I still look for you among a sea of strangers in a crowded room. In the emptiest of places. In every piece of artwork. I still look for you, even in my loneliest dreams.

Not So Easy

Everyone thinks I’m so open,
so vulnerable and easy to comprehend.

Black and white,
all spelled out in pretty prose.

But then they peel back another layer
reveal something new
and uncover a new puzzle,
desperate to be unwound.

It’s not as easy
as they make it seem.