In the days of your blue mistakes
I would lie open eyed and disconsolate
repeating events behind my eyes.
Nothings on the end of my tongue.
And now.
Now I creep from room to room
looking for something I’d thought not lost.
Hoping and praying and not knowing
one inch.
With
each person
each new word
I look for the stilling of my restless heart.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
I like this. It is mysterious, and strangely sad and moving.
I’m glad I discovered your blog.
M.
I’m glad too.
Hello.
You’ve just commented on my blog.
Curious. Does TW mean anything to you?
If not, I’ve never had the opportunity.
TW?
Not a thing.
Sorry.
Alright.
So, you just happened upon my blog?
Good to know.
Thank you for the compliment.
This one is nice. I like the opening. It feels like it might want to push on a bit, though. Hmmm…
I agree.
There should be an extra but before the end section.
I’ll work on it.
I like it. It flows, though now that you mention it, a “but” or a “though” might slide in nicely.
I think that first stanza is flawless and sufficient unto itself…but then again this is coming from a minimalist ( add grains of salt).