The Blood & The Bones

Do you look for me?

On streets bustling with bodies on their way to wherever people with 9-5 purpose and happy hour plans have to be, a flash of blue. Was that her? Couldn’t of been…

Scanning the book store for new words to devour finding yourself on the folklore aisle hoping to come across sea storm eyes and faded black jeans?

In coffee shops and bars, heavy aromas, the movement of the doors or people … open .. close… open.. close and dark haired girls lingering, locking eyes with one or two as you hunt for your next meaningless conquest. Only to press your weight into her and think of me…

I am not there.

I am not here.

I am inside you and well before you could ever get inside me.

And that’s how I became one of the ones you can’t forget.

LL