i look for you everywhere:
online, on the metro, at the corner store,
outside my house, where i saw you last.
it is midnight and i still look. i check outside the window,
beyond the door, on my phone–i don’t see you. i
keep looking not knowing if you want to be found.
i surrender to the ease of my bed sheets.
the smell of you lingers
on an old pillow and
i find you