the things i could write of you
the times you have left me on the street
dancing to the beat of the thoughts
of you in my head.
the girl in the brown cardigan,
the sunglasses,
coming in late with her coffee in hand,
and her soul on her sleeve,
showing the world with every action
just how brave she has become,
inspiring in those who don't know her
how to be confident, contended, creative,
lost
and found.
and i know nothing of you,
yet still
i am bound to the intrigue
of tapping
the sources you leave me
to try and find you
in another street
another room
another lettering of words.
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