No Whereabouts

Not in the towns of the sun
where people chatter and constellate
nor in profound places where sadness
disperse crowds into folds of silence.

Not where meadows stretch
along several miles of tender love
nor in eerie cold forests
that grow melancholy
but strong and bold.

Except through the poignant hole
that widens every night in my heart,
you are nowhere else to be found,
you are nowhere else to be seen.