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i checked
under the bed
under the cushions
under the rug
under the vase i
gave you last christmas
i checked under
the nightstand
and even in the very
sheets we share
but i have yet to
find love
in this very place
we call
h o m e
i am not here
to love someone
like you.
i am here to love
y o u .
in the world behind my eyes, there is no one remotely close to being you.

— The End —