Impossible to Find

Another Cliché Love Poem

Late night phone calls and countless days together

Tripped me over and sent me tumbling down

Into this big dark pit called love.

Except the fall didn't feel like a fall down at all,

But a soft soar going up.

It wasn't until my face smacked the stone hard reality of our situation

That I knew I fell for you.

Knowing that the feeling probably wasn't mutual,

I tried over

And over

And over

And over again

To get a hold of something,

Anything that could possibly help me climb out,

But the comfort of you kept a tight grip on my ankles,

Making sure I didn't go anywhere.

Days turned into weeks,

And soon into months,

And eventually I stopped trying to escape,

But instead sleep,

Using the warm memory of your touch as a blanket

And your voice as a nighttime lullaby.