But somehow, it is not only you who is,
I am drained of anything that could put a crooked smile
On this worn out face,
I don’t blame you,
You didn’t take them away from me,
They are still here,
Probably too rusty too touch,
I have not found the strength to look in a long time,
The thing is, you used to help me find them,
Even when they were hidden in the deepest of corners,
In the tiniest pocket of the world,
We still found them, together,
I have somehow gotten up from my bed now,
I am ready,
But, it seems I am out of options,
You see, binoculars,
A map, or even the most obvious clue,
They could never add up to you
Published in Daily Times, September 7th 2018.
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