I looked for you on the porch swing,
And in the mossy patch in the garden.
I looked by the swing,
Around the bookshelves,
On the cold concrete bench,
And in you room.
I looked around the paint supplies,
And peered closely at the pastels.
I shook your favorite books,
And checked all your favorite hiding knooks.
But I guess I was looking in all the wrong places,
Because I found you nestled in my heart.