I search for you incessantly
under your maiden name,
you married name.
I find nothing. I feel nothing.
One girl with your name is the
shortstop of her high school softball team.
Another has published a book on periodontal care.
I find nothing-feel nothing.
You are a regular contributor to the Huntsville Space Museum.
The State of Michigan has sued you for securities fraud.
I have read your webpage account of your trip to China.
You are an ovarian cancer survivor and are listed
in the Internet Movie Database under
Craft Services for the film “Ghostbusters II”.
I find and feel nothing.
You are the female Pastor at the Loma Linda
Seventh Day Adventist Church in California.
Now, that might be true,
except you live in Tennessee
and you are Church of Christ.
Then, I remember something. A reason.
My nostalgia enshrouds me briefly
like passing nausea
and I immediately click off.