misplaced love

i am searching

between the cushions of the couch

finding nothing

i am checking your pockets

and doing laundry

i am performing

file searches on our computer

am pulling back the comforter and

searching beneath the mattress

shaking shoes

moving the furniture

i am looking behind the hanging pictures

and digging in the flower pots

emptying boxes of cereal and

rearranging the food in the cabinets

finding nothing

i am searching for the one thing that you promised me

i am searching for your love

i am finding nothing

maybe it’s in the glove compartment of your car beneath the owner’s manual, box of condoms and your “old” black book- the one you told me you threw away