To sleep, perchance to dream

 Longing

That dream again,

the one where

you’re away

Not here.

Out there.

Somewhere.

First at an airport

I’ve never seen,

then in a house

we’ve never been.

A mysterious city 

one with a mall,

then a maze of buildings.

My phone won’t work. 

Oh, now, yes, the tone,

but your number?

I guess. 

And guess. 

And guess.

Wrong again,

and now my legs

stuck in quicksand,

my heart begging for

mercy from this chase,

but it’s endless,

you’re never found,

not one small trace.

You’d likely think,

after all these years of love,

that dream would end,

but it still appears.