We MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I searched

in all the wrong places

at all the wrong times.

Once, I thought I saw

your shadow through

the keyhole,

but when I finally opened

the door,

the room was empty

and you were gone.

So I stopped chasing

and you stopped running.

And there we stood

Unsure,

and quivering at the possibilities.





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