like seasons, we change

I read poems that I wrote about you

and realize I still believe

half of all the things I said

most of them about how you make me fear

and how you also make me

smile


made me smile.

I am glancing through broken bottles

and empty cigarette paper trying

to find clues of

who and where I am

while singing songs by the verve

because I start to feel I am

no longer

with you

i look at cut up papers i once tore

to stick on birthday presents for

you

and realize i would lose a lot

more than just you if i

left

but i am now so lost and asking myself if

i am ever ready to be

found again

maybe by you or

someone else?

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