To You, Lost

Where can I find you?

Behind the telephone pole where you first kissed me. 

How will I know you’re there?

Because I told you so.
Don’t you have faith?

What if I have no more faith to give?

Then to you I am lost.
Even if I am always there, 
your eyes will look elsewhere, 
and in dashing your eyes,  
you will know the meaning of 
Invisibility.