I see you everywhere,
leading to fatuous poetry about you
written with a dry mouth and heated cheeks.
I mull over our conversations
in an attempt to get at your angle.
like my brain contorting our interactions.
I’m high on delusion.
I shake when I can’t feed the habit.
I find your style in my clothes,
look for your personality in my media,
bump into your face in my dreams.
I see you everywhere.