I find myself
Searching for something
Searching for someone
Someone I miss terribly.
It’s a waste of time, of course
This futile attempt
To find him in the insights of others
When I can really only find him
In the quietness of my own soul.
Come back, I beg.
Please come home.
You must wait, dear, he whispers.
One day it will be time.
Until then, you have work to do.
And are needed where you are.
Linda Snyder, 28 May 2020