Who are you?
I see you in the distance,
A shadow of a person,
A brief, shifting memory.
Where are you?
Could have sworn I recognized you,
Tracing my way through the crowds
Of nothing—blurs of grey and blue
I saw you a moment ago—
Now where did you go?
Come back and—
Let me hold on to your image a little bit more
Bounding and fleeing
We go on dreaming
Hoping to find
Those who’ve gone
But those who’ve gone
Are only trying to find
The people in their lives,
That have gone away, too.
So we’re always searching for something—
Weaving in and out
Always looking for someone—
Who we’ve learned to go without…
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