Where Are You?

I can only ask the silence around me.

The night is unusually quiet,
a solitary owl stares at me from the dark,
the moon butters the balustrades,
the chair next to me in the balcony
is empty.

Where are you?

I sum up my life, and it’s
not tallying. I try to throw in
some truths from our past.

My failures stare at me still
and insensitive, like the owl.
Before I could give in,
you say it’s not over yet.

Hope, yes, I do hope in the only hope,
and I know one day you’d come,
from our past and from your present,
into our future.

But tonight, alone in this starry night,
I can only ask the silence around me:
Where are you?