Pilgrim, Question
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1 min readFeb 26, 2017
I went to a place loved by you
on pilgrimage to absorb that quality for myself —
hoping to breathe in, amongst the air,
whatever endears your affection.
I sought you (your eyes, your smile)
in every face I saw,
but you didn’t conjure yourself into my presence.
And still all I know is the way you look
when your gaze first meets mine across a room.
But have I seen the look of love, beholding the beloved?