Why, when I look for

Sun, 09/22/2019 - 16:17 -- ORANGE

Why, when I look for you

I can't find you.

You come as a theif,

late night.

Invaded mind, quick stabs,

jabs at mine.

 

Each strike has me reaching for a pen to make a mark.

 

Paper, cloth, books.

 

Why, when I look for you

I can't find you.

Even when I feel you, mind you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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