For years, I searched for you
within the soft embrace
of quilted cotton
and darkened walls.

At the end of the hardest days,
I felt certain you were near
and would rush toward the refuge
I felt just as certain
you would bring.

Night after night,
you slipped from my fingers like rain
down my window in spring.

Then one glorious night,
my head found his chest,
my ear found his heartbeat
and I, at last, found you.

April is National Poetry Month so I’ve pledged to write 30 poems this month. Theoretically, that’s one per day but as long as I finish the month with thirty, I’ll consider that a win. Read more about National Poetry Month at the WordPress Blog.