i was not looking for love


in all the right or

wrong places—


i was not looking at all.


i could teach lifetimes

on happily-ever-alone.


you saw me anyway, 


invaded my daydreams

just long enough for me to look

for love in one place:

us.


when you gave up
on

me and you,

i learned the difference between


alone and lonely,


and it has nothing
 to do with

looking because

i close my eyes


and still see you

walking away.

i am running out
 of ways

to call you back
 without saying


your name.

i lied—

i should have
 told you

my poetry
 was about you

from the start.

 

i have written four pages


of poetry about you—


and that’s just since you left.


imagine what we
 could have

written
 together.