As the sky melts over the horizon 

I search for you 

The one more missed than remembered 

I can’t make you up —

In any physical sense 

See, I’ve tried 

Not only with you 

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This unfounded heartbreak 

I dally with daily 

The drug of connection 

Seen as a crush 

Ah yes —

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If it isn’t the constant misunderstanding of the fluttering adolescent mind 

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It’s interesting —

Most see it as some burden, 

A joke 

I feel you see it as I —

A soft butterfly floating on wings aimlessly; 

A journey for meaning that looks like a dead end 

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I search for you, 

As little black needles crawl up my legs and back 

I look for you, 

Through the words you’ve passed on to me 

Pages folded on something that interested you 

Possibly years ago 

I picture you,

That is to say the being without having form —

Folding pages and taking notes, 

Impressed by those before you 

‘New and selected poems’ 

Nearly written and published fourteen years before I was born Yet, here I sit 

As the sky folds gently into itself 

Trying to create understanding 

For the kind soul, that will once be left