I miss you – May 11, 2012

Asian American for Betty

I look for you in songs,
in books, in photographs.
I look for you on my tongue,
in drawers, inside trinket boxes,
behind the lamp, the door,
in the pocket of your dress.

I look for you in daylight
until the air is too thin to breathe.
It is there my wrists limp, my eyes
gaze in between books on the
bedside table, hardbound, softbound,
the heart; its chapters, the epilogue,
the ending, its last page.

I look for you on paper,
on the dial pad, in the mirror,
the doorbell, the soft chair,
your glasses, Asia, and the
big-big Pacific.

(c) Sam Roderick Roxas-Chua