Some days I find you clustered 
in the corners of my bathroom mirror

and sometimes I find you in the lines
 of my own hands,
like you’ve 
been sitting there for centuries,

waiting for me to notice you
and I'm noticing you.

I' m noticing you all the time.

But the thing you don’t understand
 is
that I'm trying to stop noticing you
.
But trying to stop noticing you,
is 
like trying to stop noticing 
that the ocean is blue
or that
 all the oxygen in my veins 
left when you did.