Hunger

I look for you

With hunger

In smoke-overflowing bars

In empty cold sheets

In fleshy crevices

Of strangers turned lovers

Turned friends

Turned lovers 

Turned strangers

And I have forgotten what

You look like

Sound like

Except I have not

Let go of the essence of you

Pressed up

Against me

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Exhaustion moves my limbs
and fatigue pushes me further.
Sometimes
I wonder
what it is I am truly
running after.
And

    if

it is,
if
    it

       exists,

then why
am I only
shuffling towards it

running away

scared
of

what.

Meta - morpho -sis

 meta·mor·pho·sis
 \ ˌme-tə-ˈmȯr-fə-səs \





For something so
subtle
it sounds so
grand.
Or is it the other way around
I'm getting it all mixed up.

A change has yet to come
A change is above us
A change has come and passed.

And change you have.
And change you will.

First slo - ow -ly
slower still
slow
ly

And all of a sudden
a flare
and you're a stranger again
or maybe
the more open
you have ever been.

And you look back
trying
trying to trace it all
trace the change
trace the subtle differences
but

no