Finding Mr. Nemo

Where art thou Mr. Nemo?
I wandered at the bosom of the sea
but I found no traces of you-
i was left all alone,
Navigating.

Where art thou Mr. Nemo?
Your honest thoughts
I long to hear-
silent in each cripple
of the waves.

Where art thou Mr. Nemo?
I wanna chase you before
the sun sleeps-
your gilded scales
colored the ocean
with treasures of love,
I wanna chase you before
these waves
hit the shore-
for I would feel
hopeless
as hopeless as a whore.

P.S
Mr. Nemo exists. haha. He's one of my collections, but the poem isn't reflective of what I truly feel about him. :)