I know you are looking for the letter she gave you
before the plane took off, it was too short to be
read during a flight.

I know you are looking for the drops of rain you collected
in a jam jar for primary science class, you got soaked but you
saw a rainbow afterwards.

I know you are looking for the scent of Grandma's sweater, you told
her you were too sick to walk so she carried you.

I know you are looking for the longitude and latitude
on the map where you used to
lie on the damp grass.

I know you are looking for the poster
of your favourite punk rock band, it was
torn apart by Dad.

I know you are looking for the tiny mushrooms that grew
in the garden, you thought they could be eaten.

I know you are looking for the lyrics of the song you sang
with your brothers in church, which you
tried to recite and scrutinize.

I know you are looking for the laughter that brought you
up in space when you leaped through the mountains
covered in snow.

I know you are looking for that place in the long abandoned woods,
and you might find it some day.