I’ve searched for you,

Through the smell of Hydrangeas we once saw blooming in the summer,

In the warmth where we took shelter inside each other’s embrace,

Across the stream of tears that fell slowly down our faces in times of desperation,

Through the bloody shards of trust we shattered with our bare hands,

To find you trapped, again, inside the walls that gave your mouth a foul taste

To realize that I have, again, become as foreign to you as affection once was.

I’ve searched for you,

and I’ve found you.

But I lost you.