A year now

A year now,
I'm still waiting for your call.

A year now,
I'm beginning to think
the labyrinth is all dead ends.

A year now,
I search for you
in phonebooks and obituaries.

A year now,
I see you everywhere
in anonymous faces.
A year now,
so many girls that aren't you
but, unrealistically, could be.
A year now,
going out, torturing myself
because it's the closest I can get
to being near you.

Lonely weeks, frustrating months,
a year now,
I'm still waiting for your call.