He Is Poem by Serwaah Debrah

He is
My existence knows him
I have been waiting to have his entire being entwined with mine
I feel him.
As life drags me through monotonous routines, I escape into day dreams, I can almost, just almost, understand what he is made of, waiting to be immersed in it, with him in it with me
A place where no expression or phrase can describe the intense joy felt at our union
His face I know not, at times I am deceived into thinking I am facing him, I give out a bit of myself, but that small self gets lost.
I feel a pain for the self lost….but my soul remains untouched, strong, not giving up in the search
I will find you
Are you he?