I did not know I was looking for you

Day in and day out I was at the marketplace, screaming at the top of my lungs, yet without saying a word, silent as a church mouse, looking for want I did not know. I did not know I was looking for anything or anyone, I just knew I was compelled to be at the marketplace. I would go from stall to stall, shop to shop, I will pick up all manner of things, some I bought, others I just picked up, looked at and drop.

I go home, but the following day I was at the marketplace again, talking to everyone and anyone, the traders, buyers and sellers, window shoppers, shoplifters, young and old, they were all there. Some were seekers like me and they did not know, we all thought we were in the marketplace for a different reason than we were. But we never found what we were looking for, so we were compelled and had to keep coming back.

You were a seeker as well, unknown to you. You brought your wares to the market and went about your business. Selling as best as you knew, taking your proceed and going away. But you kept coming every day, arranging your wares and attending to business.

A day came, we met and we stopped, we stood still,  you stopped selling and I stopped buying, neither of us came to the market for ‘things’ we came to find each other, the trade ended, the business was over.

We found each, we held on to each other, we left the market the same day and we never returned to the market. There was no reason to, the compelling force was gone. The market had delivered. I did not know I was looking for you.