seekers

i miss u. do u still think of me? do u think of me when u eat reece's pieces? do u think of me when u hear heavy bass, or get pushed in a crowd? do u think of me when u almost hear my name, but just not quite? do u think of me when u see old photos from our older generation? do u think of me when ur bracelets clack together as u write? do u raise your head when u hear the cacophony of chains together, hoping 2 c me, even if u know i'm not there? do u wonder how i am when u see birds flying? do u still listen 2 the playlists i made u? have u grown tired of me? have u forgotten me? i miss u. summer can't come fast enough, king.

Seekers

Even now, I’m looking for you in every soul I meet

And something always catches you out

Their silhouette stands too bulky,

Bent over like willow reeds from hiding you under their coat

Their voices hitches on their name

As if they were meant to swallow the syllables of something else

Clandestine, but never all-too obscured;

The solar eclipse in totality with beads of light

Dripping down the shadow and pooling softly under.

When I look in their eyes, I fleetingly find yours,

Dusty grey, like the iced over pond in the woods behind my house

Cooling off the reflections of the scuffed-up clouds above

They can’t conceal you

Their voice doesn’t bleed into the spinning hum of my records like yours

They can’t replicate that ancient rhythm

Of your fingernails against the headboard

And they can’t comfort me like you can,

Effortlessly brushing off the lingerings of winter

As you brush my curls from their resting place on your shoulder

So when they do, I know I’ve found you out.

You’re hiding, but, still, you peek

And I catch you: mask crashed to the floor.

It makes me wonder

Are you trying to look for me, too?

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