I
wish I could find you
Like the lost object!
Like
your unwrapped gift under my bed
Like
your long stubborn black hairs
On
my unslept pillow
Drawing
uncanny images
Of
last night’s fervors
Like
your old worn-out notebook
With
my name scribbled on its every page
Like
your innumerable incensed unsent letters
Only
addressed to me
I
wish I could find you
Like
the lost object!
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