I'm still looking
when I come in
looking left
at your seat in the corner
I'm still looking
in that room at the back
where you'd be
at the computer
I'm still looking
maybe on that bed
downstairs or up
maybe on the stairs themselves
I'm still looking
outside,
where a chair is left
where you could sit
I'm still looking
by that table
on the grass
where you would sun
I'm still looking
Perhaps that voice by the door
getting out of a car
coming inside maybe
I know you're looking
I know who for
I know where she went
you're still expecting her return
It'll be a while still,
I hope,
before you meet again
she, whose loss we share