Despite this constant blur of faces that drown me in their steps,
I promised you
the day I left
I would never stop looking for you
but you see
I look for you in every face
and this,
this is hell without you,
with you I knew my place
now I'm just
looking for a missing face
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PoetryA collection of poetry found under lovers nails or stained against your pillow case - highest ranking - #3 poems - #9 in poetry - All rights reserved - © Ruby Smith @desp-erate 2014 Cover by @-grxnge