Just A Bunch Of Words

You were gone as fast as that word you said to me: Love

I'm waiting for words to appear.

I am the hunter.

The words are my prey.

I'm sitting,

waiting,

feeling,

thinking.

Waiting to find the exact words to describe how I feel.

I'm grabbing at them,

but some are just to quick,

and some are just to slippery,

some move to much,

and I can't even tell what they say.

And then I saw it.

The word I'd been waiting for.

It was exactly what I needed.

My fingers slightly brushed it,

and it disappeared,

before my eyes.

Like grey fog,

or cotton candy in your mouth,

or smoke from a campfire...

or you.

Oh, wait.

That's exactly what I was waiting for.

You disappeared faster than that word you said to me.

Love