I look for you,
All day long,
In places where you used to be,
But you're not at them anymore,
Except in the goosebumps on my arms, on thinking of you,
Except in the tears that refuse to roll down,  much like you,
Except in the pages I've filled, with insufficient glorifications of you,
Except in my mind, where logic and thought have been replaced by you,
Except in my heart, that keeps me alive, but beats for you
I look for you,
All day long,
In places where you used to be,
But you elude,
And I find you,
*Only in me