What Were You Looking For? Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Looking for something? What do you hope to find?
Do you have a plan outlined or a map to remind?
How will you know when you find your treasure?
Will your catch suddenly illuminate with pleasure?

The thing you are looking for seems to be evasive.
The comfort of a satin pillow, soon becomes abrasive…
An island of security begins to sink beneath your feet.
The formula is full proof; but the equation is incomplete.

When you stop to remember, you think of yesterday.
Traces remain between fingers, after it slipped away.
Happiness is wrung dry because it is no longer present.
It was love; be glad you had it for a moment, don’t lament.