I Miss Myself

Nightly I return to that same spot
where we spoke under the hickory tree.
I frantically search my pockets search
for where you left me. I search the
obvious places and the hidden ones
deep in my heart. If only I could crawl
inside your eye and view me from the
outside and sit inside your ear and listen
to how I sound. I could rebuild myself
and piggyback on the soft hill of your lips.

I disappeared when you left. I think you
packed me in your travel case, leaving no
forwarding address. Maybe I exist
somewhere happy in your mind.
Now I am in fog not knowing when or how I
will return. I miss myself, please give me back.