We Searched The Lands Hand In Hand

            Tiptoeing among the cracks in glaciers, staying up entire nights on lonely park benches, we searched the lands hand in hand. In a three-calendar cafe, a one-eyed man told us, “It ain’t around here.” In the dungeons of abandoned castles turned tourist destinations, we saw hints of it scratched into the stone walls. Our search started on an undeniable impulse and lasted for years; it sent us gamboling, trudging, rambling, surging through innumerable unknown alleyways of distant cities. What were we searching for? We sure as hell didn’t know. And though she’s no longer with me, I’m still searching.