Lost.

Your void, your absence, that gnawing feeling
The being, bare and raw, all layers peeling
Heart wild, aflutter, begging your touch healing
Eyes welling, head reeling, soul wailing
Worse, i, myself, had me failing.

Don't ask how mad, hopping mad
Count the clouds above, that mad
Don't ask how sad, numbing sad
Pore into my emptiness, that sad

Then
The first spring flower bore your name
The fluttering butterfly wings spread your fragrance
The virgin sprouting grass filled me with your freshness
The orange hue of the rising sun had your glow
The twinkling stars winked at me the night
The gushing springs, so reminiscent of your ringing laughter
And the winding path pointed to your dwelling

So
I took the road that led me to your place
Found my lost name at the door
Did the blank paper also have your face?