Finding You

I have always thought about it,

Finding you that is.

Would you come and hug me?

Would you invite me into your home?

Would you turn me away and tell me to leave?

For now all I have are the questions.

Those, and the endless list of unknowns as to

Who you are, or

What you are like

Perhaps on day we will meet

And my questions may be answered.

But for now, I will wait.

And think.

Until the day that

I find you.