An odd sort of Poetry

I Look Everywhere

I look for lost pieces of me everywhere-
In all the ugly things
And all the nameless people,
Pills with names I can’t pronounce.
Men too-
In places I can’t remember
And nights I can’t forget.

I never find them.
I think in searching I get distracted
And forget
What I needed to find in the first place.
I never find them.

Sometimes I think I see glimpses
In empty bottles
And rearview mirrors.
I can almost touch them in our tangled bones
And hear them in the beating hearts
Of all the strangers I know.

But still,
I never find them.


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