Waldosia.
A noun, a condition:
scanning faces in a crowd,
hoping you are there.
You are not.
It would be strange if you were,
having no reason to be here.
Comical that this condition is defined by
your lack of presence.
Yet, I search.
I have little control.
My brain does so without permission,
to ensure that you are still in my life.
As though my mind wishes to pat the pockets of emotion
before it is time to rest.
But you are gone.
Can I stop searching?
