Finding You

I looked a long time, across time, below and above time.  I looked in many places, where you weren't, where you hadn't been, where you would never be.  

Upstairs the dogs are barking, lots of nails scraping on wood, an occasional thump.  If you were up there, I am pretty sure you'd let me know.

Downstairs is the hiss of the furnace starting, the background music to NCIS, the click of keys.  If you were down here, I'd see you.

When I find you, I'll know.