The Seeker

I look for you in the trees,
somewhere enmeshed in white bark with
smoky eyes, the flitting languish of unspoken trivialities.
I search for you.
I have been collecting pollen of your
existence floating in the air between us.
I see you, sometimes, buried behind your
castellation- in all of the beauty of your architecture.
I know nothing else but to investigate your slow
disappearance. I have vowed to find you
after long trips and absences.
I am your anchor.
But even steel rusts.

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