Lost

I've been looking for you,
In empty bottles of red Shiraz.
Touching my fingertips as I brush my hair to the back of my ears.
I've been looking for you at the lines of my collar bones,
And the sides of my neck.
I've been looking for you in Sunday's crossword puzzle,
And behind my balcony curtains.
I've been looking for you when I wake up restless at 4:00 am,
Not finding your arm engulfing me
And your warm breath caressing my shoulder.
I've been looking for you on my couch,
When I ditch a social gathering to come home early to you.
A friend called me today.
"Hey, I was looking for you"
"Yes, me too"