Detective. Poem by Kevin East

Can you find her.
Now
She lives in a different shell.
And
Could you please remind her
I walk the road to hell.
Burning in my shoes.
Turning
Greens and blues.
Discerning of vital clues
Is what you're paid to be.
Detective
Can you spy a chameleon
Hiding in front of me.

Detective
Can you track her down.
She carries my picture
-The face of a clown.
And could you return
This worried frown.
The one she lent to me.
A murder mystery
That was never meant to be.
She took my heart and left.
But it wasn't just the theft.
For I died inside
You see.