i follow paths with similar footprints
to the ones on the bottom
of your shoes,but at the end there is no one
that so much as looks
a single thing like you.i find wavelengths of you in songs
but they fade out when a
new instrument is introduced,the lyrics to all this music
seem to give me more tears
than they do clues.and i find particals of you in the air
after it rains and the sky
turns bright blue,but although i find traces of you
in everything
i still cannot find you.
YOU ARE READING
Perian
PoetryThe poems that I've always meant to share, and the poems I've always meant to write.