Missing

I sifted through white sands in coastal cities, longingly searching for an answer; explored every cave, and even sailed all over the Atlantic. Asked every soul that I encountered, but it was all in vain, there was no single solution that would soothe my pain. Shared stories of my travels with priests in churches, and in temples, traded secrets of my findings, with my fellow weary-eyed wanderers. I picked up every pebble, and peeled through blades of grass, climbed ancient trees silently hoping my sadness would not last. Tribes indigenous to Africa taught me how to be free, through them I learned that life could be just as peaceful for me. Ventured to the corners of the world to no avail, escaping from the truth could not change the fact that we failed. I meandered through the Sahara, without a caravan, then risked everything as I narrowly evaded death in Iran. There is nothing that compares to the deafening silence underwater, but even there I was unable to swim away from my problems. I closely examined the faces of everyone that I met, looking for something that reminded me of you, so I would not forget. I pored through the pages of ancient manuscripts and texts, for divine guidance on the steps I should take next. There was no cure in the Amazon, nor did I locate it in Peru, the Andes mountains only intensified my longing for you. I left no stone unturned on my quest, yet I was still unable to dislodge our love from my chest. Restlessness prevails without an end in sight, you will remain lost, another casualty of life. This vagabond heart of mine rages to let go, alas, it seems there is no remedy for missing you.