I used to look for you.
I’d search frantically through crowds
for anyone with amber flecks for irises.
Brush against barista’s hands as they
passed me my flat white,
made with soy,
a dash of cinnamon,
hold the whip,
(𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓂𝑒)
Crooked smiles on trains,
monotonous voices on the other line,
pick up pick up,
grief stricken because it was never you.
I brought home men from bars,
I could never bother remembering
the names of,
(𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓃)
frantically digging for any traces of you.
Come back, come back,
because the best parts of me belong to you,
and all I want is to be able to find them again.
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