#Metaphors

I LOOKED UNDER THE DUST OF THOSE BOOKS LAYING ON THE TABLE.
I WAS NOT THERE.
I SEARCHED UNDER THAT PILLOW WET WITH THE NIGHT'S TEARS,
I WAS NOT THERE.
I OPENED AND CLOSED THE DRAWERS AND OPENED THEM AGAIN THEY WERE EMPTY,
I WAS NOT THERE.
I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR, I SAW THE PERSON, EYES SUNKEN IN SOCKETS, LIPS SCALED, HE FIXED THAT FROZEN GAZE BACK ON ME, THAT WASN'T ME,
I...