Searching

I searched for it like an addict,

In closets and dark corners,

Under beds and in cabinets,

When I should have been looking in comfort,

Like blankets and coffee,

The smell of lilacs and roses,

I should have searched for it in warmth,

Like fire or the sun,

The feel of a soft breeze, rather than squinting through a storm.

I should have been searching for it in laughter,

But I worked myself to the bone, searching for love in a dark hole, where no light would gather.