By Rachel G. I'm scanning every face
Seeking some semblance of a hint of you
And nothing matches up
To the image which you've glued behind my eyes
By a paste carelessly applied.
The adhesive yearns for a stable stick,
As do we yearn in this odd design
In which I quite consciously defy
Reason, convention, simplicity--
Love's very foes
As I stand here
Watching the crowd in some warped vigil.
Meanwhile, I consider hopeless causes.
The sliver of you I once saw
From behind a column and
Behind a pretty girl and now,
All before me are anonymous faces
Without the intense eyes,
Without the disgusted sneers.
With none of the things
Which bring me soaring
And crashing right back down--
None of the things
I would love to be affronted with
In this, and every moment.
