Where Are You Poem by EC David

Have you ever stood leaning up against two walls that intersect joining two rooms. Running your hand up and down the cold wall. A cheek pressed up against the cold wall. Asking aloud, ” Where are you”? Wishing the lonely feeling of the cold wall was the one crave and are asking about?

The one you crave to taste. The one you crave to touch. The one you crave to hold. The one….. Will nothing else satisfy the hunger inside you but the one you crave? Will nothing else fill the emptiness?

A glass of wine in a candle lit room and the words that seem to keep swimming around inside your head. “Where are you”? You Say it out loud. “Where are you”? “Where….. Are you”?

Putting the glass to your lips and tilting you head back to finish off the numbing liquid as you slowly work your way down to the floor. You close your eyes as you run your fingers through your hair. “Where are you”? “Where? ”

Have you ever?