like some
depraved where's waldo
my soul never stops playing
always searching
even when i'm not
a sick joke that
in a coliseum filled
i fade but you -
well my hopeful heart
locks on You.
and your ball cap.
you and that bill
sift and swivel through
the blurred faces and i,
romantic/******* imagine
for a second
that your soul is always
searching for me too.