You have been lost to me again
and again
I wander aimlessly
inside
through the halls
outside
down the road
Will I see you
there
lying in the tall grass
and wild daisies?
In the stones kicked
off the side of the path?
Cars whip past me on the road
You are lost to me more
with each passing
Then
you are there
in a green, open field where
a stand of oaks
screams with the chatter of a hundred
small black birds
In one eternal moment
Hushed
as they wish themselves
into flight
You are lost to me again
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