Perfectly Imperfect Me

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.