Gem

When am I going to find love? It's the endless search for the glasses on top of your head. 

When will it happen? As if it sits in the future or past. A moment in time I can truly never exist.

With whom and where? As if someone is holding and hiding it, like a precious Gem

Like the Sun on the horizon, the more I go after it, the further away it moves

I want it. 

I miss it.

What I miss is the feeling.

I want to see it and feel it. 

The touch of it. 

The warmth of it. 

I want to hold it. 

It is really easy for me to forget…

I am it. 

I am the feeling…and others see it.

I am the touch.

When others hug and touch me…they feel it.

I am the warmth and I am holding it.

Here I am in the Present, glasses finally on my face I can finally see clearly.

I’ve been holding this Gem inside of me, with the Sun at my back, the horizon all around me.

One day I will see, someone holding their Gem. The Gem that connects them to me, me to them

One day I will see the reflection of me.