Why, when I look for
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.
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