I stopped looking for you
stopped looking for you in the mornings
stopped looking for you at night
stopped waiting for you at the table
stopped checking for you at the door
stopped looking for you in the future
stopped searching for you in the past
stopped checking what the time was
stopped shoving sand in the hourglass
stopped putting you in my fantasies
stopped finding you in my realities
stopped hoping for you around the corner
stopped closing my eyes and seeing you there
stopped longing for you on the ceiling
stopped holding you when I held my pillow
stopped wondering when I’d see you again
stopped feeling you next to me
stopped seeing you in everybody
stopped seeing anything in anybody
stopped dreaming of you whenever
stopped asking for you always
stopped looking for you outside
stopped looking for you within
stopped wishing wishing wishing
stopped praying praying praying
I’ve stopped looking for you
I stopped--
and eyes for you are fading
but the last of me is hoping
to start looking for you, again