Sometimes

It's like a ceaseless yearning

Sometimes;

An upward motion.

Always seeking the page

Between the pages of a book whose

Paper seems too thick. Flicking fingers

To feel the divide, afraid of missing something.

Searching for something others left unseen.

It's like a perpetual obsession

Sometimes;

A sideward motion.

Always seeking the words

Between the words of a sentence whose

Meaning seems too obvious. Scanning eyes

To feel the thought, afraid of missing something.

Searching for something others left unsaid.

It's like a relentless curse

Sometimes;

A downward motion.

Always re-visiting a past

Between the years of a life whose

Youth seems too tainted. Sifting memory

To feel the truth, afraid of missing something.

Searching for something I have left undone.