Today I searched for you in a bag of risotto
It’s been 4 months
I still think you might come back
I looked in all the obvious places
Under the fridge, the sofa
The shoe rack
But lately
I find myself checking anywhere
Like the bread bin
Or inside an old rucksack
I looked under my keyboard, behind books
Along skirting boards, inside every crack
Just in case you can’t find your way home
In case you’re trapped
Or injured quite bad
Just in case
Even though I know
It’s all a little bit mad