Here I am writing for you again, Clark.
Trying to picture your face in the dark.
A glimpse of you’s all that I ever get.
Try to hold on but it’s gone in a flit.
Card readings, mediums, meditation.
Trying to spare you disintegration.
No luck, no joy, not even a whisper.
Trying to let you go Mr. Mister.
Yet, right as I give up on finding you;
I get a fleet flash & searching’s renewed.
If you’d materialize from the smoke;
I’d try my best not to completely choke.
Holding, still holding, out for my hero.
Trying not to hold my breath til he shows.