cracking, broken fingers
pigeon-peck at words
that just can't seem
to
f a l l
out
in the right order.

i am searching, searching, searching
for cryptic meaning
in a huddle of thought.

i am hoping, hoping, hoping
that something long gone
will make it's weary, yet triumphant, return.

i am sad at missing this
and i am afraid of it's permanent departure.

i feel
i feel
i feel...

blank.