Searching
By Josh Rittenhouse
11/08/09

I am out searching
for something that can't be found.
Will I find this thing?

Some may call it love.
Others say companionship.
I call it my soul.

It's something that shines,
shines with the rays of the sun,
basking me in warmth.

Something to cling to,
A warm body in a bed,
holding me closer.

Something that brings laughs,
makes me feel the joys of life.
Making it worthwhile.

A beautiful thing,
the most beautiful of all,
if only to me.

Does it have a name?
Will I know it when I hear?
I still do not know.

I thought I had it.
It all slipped through my fingers,
crashing to the ground.

It couldn't be fixed.
Not all the glue in the world
could ever fix it.

So, I'm still searching.
All of my long life, searching.
For I don't know what.....