Look at me.
Back to square one.
Filling the void.
Heaving sighs.
Seeing you everywhere.
Everywhere.
In the book.
In the mirror.
Among the crowds.
The sky, the crowd, the beach, the sand, the stars,
The moon, the dark of space,
The dead fallen petals in the green of the earth.
In the water I drink.
The food I eat.
In the words, I try to gobble up.
In the words, I give my pen to.
In the long journey, when I look out of the window.
Everywhere.
I'm so mad about you.
But you don't even think about me at all, of course.