I look for you
between the cracks of single motherhood,
under the couch when i clean,
in the mopwater at work,
in the bill envelopes,
the faces of the lonely
dark pages of poetry,
Perhaps if I stop looking so hard i will find you
jeering in the mirror,
beliving in me..............................
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