Searching

And once
I searched for you
here
in this house

and when I did not find you
I searched again
and when I did not find you
I searched again

panic rose
like a tide sweeping in
disbelief frothing at the surface
flotsam
jetsam
but you must be here
you must

and eventually
finally
in the end
you were

the tide swept back out to sea
revealing the bare
and beautiful beach
of love and relief

and now
now i yearn for that day
a day when you were lost
and you were found
a day when I thought you were here
and you were

and the self that knows this relief
that has felt the wet sand of that beach
on her bare feet
reaches out
and takes my hand
and says
I will search with you
he is not lost