I never found you in the faces of wandering strangers,
Not in half empty coffee shops,
Or bus stops even.
Nor in the shadows of glowing lovers,
Not in churches of Gods I don’t believe in.
In prayers at nighttime,
In an empty room, in the cold bed I sleep in.
In old poetry books,
On the pages devoted to tirelessly loving one another.
In your car we sit in,
At 10 o’clock in the evening,
When there’s never enough time,
When there’s no one else and I’m in sync with your breathing,
Never a second when I’m not glad,
To call you mine.