I look for you at every coffee stand, at every street light. I catch myself turning my head not interested in the approaching cars but searching for you.
In every girl with a straight black ponytail, in every whisper I don't hear so well, I stretch for your name to be mentioned.
I wait till the day your eyes connect with mine, the tears that will fill the hourglass of time.
I look for you on cold winters nights in December, I sit with one blanket on my shoulders and one in my lap incase you return.
A kumbucha and cake sitting beyond their expiration dates. I am just a pup with your scent in my nose, like a silent movies the words freeze and music flows and off my pen goes filling line after line, dedicating rhyme after rhyme to a you.
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