Sleepy Eyes

I find myself desperately searching for you
in the faces of strangers,
when I’m missing you most.
A glance at your crooked smirk
on the man waiting for the bus,
a hint of your raspy chuckle–
the one that was infectious in the best way possible–
declaring itself in the symphony of smiles along the street.
I see you everywhere
and yet know we’ll never meet again,
at least not here
but maybe there
and that’s okay
because I also see you in the mirror,
in my reflection,
in those sleepy eyes you gave me.
And in that I realize,
you haven’t left.
Not really.

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