I looked for you
in the lines
of your poetry.
I hunted for you
in the spaces between
your pretty words.
I rearranged the
letters to try
and form secret
messages meant
only for me.
Ultimately, I cried
out in anguish
when I realized
that there was nothing
for me to read
between your lines,
nothing but white space.
In the end
you remain a
stranger with cryptic
meanings my heart
cannot decipher.