it is always the invisible things I miss

the things that you feel instead of see

the things that you find without looking

–

like the love behind a kiss

the safety in an embrace

the security of your hand in mine

the sincerity in your smile

the presence in the smell of you left behind on my hands and on my sheets

the reality of finding your hair in the folds of my clothes

the trust behind a promise

the hope in the plans

or the feeling of a future between us

–

but maybe they will find me again

with the right person, in the right place

at the right time