How I Found You After You Left

I actually really like this one, which is a total surprise.

I looked for you after you left,

even though you told me not to;


and I saw you everywhere.


I found your eyes in the supermarket,

your smile at the coffee shop,

and your laugh at a party.


Your kindness on the bus,

your hair in the post office queue,

and the tread of your footsteps

on the stairs of my apartment building.


Eventually I found your lips.

At the end of a first date.


And when I went home that night,

I am sure

I tasted your tears

in my sleep.

The End

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