Wednesday, 22 June 2011

day in day out

day in
day out
i look to find traces of you
in the folds of the city
on the edges of the wind
i catch phantom-parts of you
a shoulder here
a cheekbone there
but never the whole you
i scavenge alleys
sniff torn newspapers
all that i pick up is
signs of your unwhererabouts

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