
I looked for you in freezing caves and in trenches,
By water coolers and on lonely park benches.
It seemed like I was searching in all the wrong places,
And as years passed by, I ran out of friendly faces.
But I looked for you like only lovers can look,
Ignoring every sign and ancient rule in the book.
Still, bitter was the morning my lungs gave out,
Lonely was the day my hopes were killed by the drought.
And I looked for you like savior looks for a crisis,
Just like a sinner who is seeking out new vices.
The last road I took led me right to your gardens.
Then and there I swore I will return where I started.
-Jackie