Searching for Sergeant X

If I keep looking

long enough

I just might find that

perfect spot

It’s like unearthing

planets

or something

Or looking

under a lot of rugs

stretching out of view

all in a row

It’s like really hard

is what I’m saying

as difficult as it

gets

But, what else I’m saying

is that I’m looking for

that Goldilocks Zone

Or some kind of

75 degree weather

all the time place

sun shining

or not shining

I don’t care as

long as I am distracted

from the pain,

Sergeant X

cause I’m looking

for some peace

like on Christmas

when you

were a teen

the day full of promise

where you’d take a ride

with your friends

in a car without a working

heater the breath of your

conversation hanging in

the air, a life of possibilities

on the road in front of you

the past an illusion

colored in pain

but falling out of view