Missing Pieces

A wind whispers your name an echo from the past,

always a memory

the same fleeting, it doesn’t last.

I can’t recall your face, frustrated with no image clear

leaves on an empty space where I could hold you near.

There are so many questions to ask.

Answers I’m afraid to hear, then I take myself to task.

For I know it is just my fear.

At times a stranger lies within that answerless place.

I know it’s you in guise, yet I can’t hold an image of your face.

I yearn for times we would have shared imagining close connections.

I have to believe you cared because I need to belong.

I need to know what you thought, how you lived, loved

and lost.

An essence of you to be caught, would be worth any cost.