The exhaustion overwhelms me.
The search, never ending.
Once, you were at my fingertips, but slipped away.
I found you in a smile, or so I thought.
My illusions tease me.
The image like waves on asphalt in summer.
Your voice whispers in the shadows, waking me from slumber.
The breeze will carry a scent of you that I pursue.
The touch, I miss the most.