i thought i'd find you at the bottom of a bottle.
i thought i'd find you in a stack of old photographs,
the ones i've been keeping away in my sock drawer.
i thought i'd find you in my dreams,
at the store,
at your house,
in my bed.
i thought i'd find you if i just looked long enough.
if i just looked long and hard,
at all the places you are and aren't and could be.
but i only seem to find you in my tears
after every long day,
that i've just spent looking
to find
you.