For Him.

I found him in crystal-blue riverbed,
on the forest floor,
along vein-y hands.

I found him between the cracks of my blinds,
dotting the milky night sky,
on the hems of schoolgirl's delicate skirts.

I found him well beneath the ocean (where no human eyes could see);
I found him and watched as he slipped from my fingers and swam away.

I found him bright and early,

and let my eyes close when he drew near.

He let me feel his brittle hair with my lips and cheeks;
his sick eyes danced as I held him.

I found him on my bed,


I found his dresser full of well-worn clothes,
and then his closet littered with my unopened envelopes.

I found him.

I wish I could have found his heart.