I’ve endlessly searched my wake for you, only to find you rarely in my dreams,

I’ve crossed a sea and ocean in this search, trying to conquer all thought in doing so,

I’ve had to try to understand the nature of reality it’s-self in order to find you, to know who you are,

I’ve spent endless nights in contemplation of the idea of you, I’ve heard your thoughts once in a restaurant,

Finally knowing your reality I’ve attempted meditation to find you, but you allude me still,

I scoured philosophy and psychology in order to try to break myself of the idea of you,

But this whole world that I think I can now understand, means nothing if I can’t hold your hand…