Looking for You
The stores are closed, and I can't find the place we are to meet today. Nobody to ask for directions. Wandering 'round the streets, aimlessly, looking for you.
Is it a courtyard? A tree? A land full of grapes, or seeds? Is it a snow covered rooftop? A yard filled with lilacs and bees? Looking for you.
Why do you come to me when I so fruitlessly behave?