I had a question

I had a question, left open to stew

yet, I have forgotten it

but it lingers, ever present there in the mind

it taunts me from below the surface

I seek and search for it

in essences of human gestures and words

I try to look quick into the 

periphery of life to catch it unaware

Still it eludes me, this question

perfect in meaning and grammar

sitting there on my tongue's tip

that perfect question, unremembered

Like a light bulb beside my head

dimming in the waiting for her

to get it, to ask it, to answer

all of it's unconscious yearning

Patiently I wait for it to come

in a dream, another world of understanding

this perfect life question

this perfect life answer