I’ve looked
So many times
For Her
That you would
Think my whole
Life
Was a glance,
A furtive stare,
A glare at the sun
And all the faces
That haunt me,
But really it’s a pastime
I carve
To keep
From failing.
Whom?
I never really know.
Her.
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