Poem: Far away in my castle turrent

I know you are thinking of me.
I can feel it in the air
I breathe
In the thoughts in my
head you come visiting
And I'm not concerned
I like what I have
I'm tired of looking
for something beyond me.
You'll hate the discovery
I'm dettached
but I haven't found
what I'm looking for.
It's like that thing
you know you're forgetting
& you don't realize what
it is till it's too late
& then what do you do?
Deal with it I suppose,
I guess, that's what
I've been doing.
Maybe you will find me again in
passing, in
searching, in
a moment
unnamed &
undiscovered.
The windows are open
the door is closed
you can't come in
you can't come in.