who are you
where were you when I took my first steps
where were you when I first learned to ride a bike
where were you when I cried myself to sleep
where have you been
you're just as much as a ghost to me
but some how I see your face when I close my eyes
muted photographs with stories Ive never known about.
will you ever show up at my doorstep
or will I chase my curiosity to your doorstep with a bag of questions of why you couldn't stay.
YOU ARE READING
finding you
PoetryTo find your innate self, exploring the self to learn about your roots , your dimensions that unfold before you , a liner growth of tranquil, prosperous growth. To find your mirror soul.
