Aug 24, 2020
i still look for you, everywhere i go, in strangers' faces on the street, in the checkout line at the grocery store, in all the aisles in between, in the sag and sigh of my home's old beams, in the creak of the cold wood steps, in the stained, patterned carpet where i used to lay, my lies and dreams, in the rough bark of the tall green trees, in the wind, the waves, i swear i feel you there with me, in the sky, in the soft-edged clouds, in the golden glow of warm summer sun, where we could fall asleep, i still look for you, everywhere i go.
you are not here