A Name and A Face


your image in my mind
I can't get you out
stuck there
begging to be drawn.
How I wish I could see you
to behold the proof of the image in my head.
It eats me every day.
What is it I feel,
this longing?
I know you not,
Never even met.
Something about a writer draws me
draws me to see the name put to a face
to see the image of the poet,
to know if the connection is true.
and so I wait
day by day
patiently waiting
to put together
a name and a face.