Nowhere

I never wrote a poem for you,

I never wrote a song for you,

no one ever called me a poet because of you,

because I never loved you.

I never saw the moon

in your smile.

I never longed

for the touch of your hand.

I never sat gazing into your eyes,

never lost myself there

in the intoxication of discovering something new.

I never let the days pass

thinking of you,

never stayed awake through the nights.

You are nowhere

in the collage of my photographs,

nowhere in any turn of my life,

nowhere along some deserted road.

You were not there

in the pure morning dew,

nor as the afternoon slowly turned into evening.

So I never searched for you

in the darkness of dusk.

Not on any writer's page,

not inside any sealed envelope,

not in any singer's song.

I never searched for you

anywhere.

I never searched for you

in dreams rising from the darkness,

or among the stars

that remain awake before dawn.

You are not the wish of my mind,

nor the emotion of my heart.

You are not needed

in the busyness of my days.

You are not the reason

behind my laughter.

Who are you?

I don't think about it.

And yet,

what are you doing

in this poem?

Look..

Don't tell me.

"I don't know"