in major cities around the world
looking for her
surely she would catch my eye
even here in the melee of SF
it is not necessary that she see me
or even feel a thing
it is not even necessary for us to meet
i have waited long
will wait longer until she appears
i am not a desperate man
i will not chase her down the street
if i see her passing by
it is the feeling of love it will evoke
poet capturing with eyes and silence
again today she has not shown her face
though many have passed desire
perhaps she took a different route
slipped by while i was writing
or trying to contact the wrong person
i must return tomorrow
every day until i find her
until she gives me back my story
i once believed in shouting out loud
the promise i once kept
