I look for you in other people

In her and him and them and us

I look for you in glances and in between words

In anger and laughter and tears

 

I look for you in other things

In a campfire or painted nails or the way I cross my legs

I look for you in a closed door or a sink full of water

In shoelaces or tractors or that one rooster I saw on the side of the road

 

I don't know why I'm always searching for you

But I do know that I knew you

I knew I loved you

And I know that if I can't find you in anything else

I'll always find you in me

(I don't know if I want you here, but you remain)

(I don't know how to get rid of you)