Dear Whoever You Are,
Find Me and have me as your beloved.
Find me,
Find me,
Find me.
-Find Me, an excerpt
In the rush of waves,
of crowds, of winter.
On empty streets with cracks in the pavements and pawprints in the cement.
If there was something, anything that you could do, to find yourself again,
would you do it?
And if it meant knocking down the pillars that hold your entire world up,
would you, still?
In the fingerprint left in a jar of night cream,
the cup of cold Earl Grey with bits of drowned shortbread,
the piece of scrap paper,
that has your name written on it,
over and over and over again.
Find me.
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