thoughts: to be found

"I found you once, 

I'll find you again."

Once I was so close. So close that if I close my eyes, my mind takes me back to the day I found you. So close that I can still remember the way you breathe; a sigh, the chest barely raising, a quiet hum. You were right there, next to me, looking at the same sky, listening to the same wind, thinking the same thing: I've found you.

Once I was so close. The feeling of connected hearts. Beating side by side. I can remember your gentle gaze telling me everything is in the right place. The warmth of your hand telling me I'm in the right place. Your voice. I can still hear your voice. A murmur. So close.

Lost.

Where are you? Where are you now? Are you near? There are feelings that simmer under my skin. Feelings that were lost but are beating again. Alive and beating. They're pulling towards something. I don't know what. Am I waiting? Are you coming? With every breath I breathe, I feel it in the air. I feel it near me, grazing my skin. Something that is suppose to happen. Holding my breath, listening for something, anything. I think you're close. Very close. Close to finding me again.

I am waiting.

To be found.