I searched for you

in the chaos of

crowded rooms and halls

in the silence of 

bookshops and libraries. 

 

Often I caught a smile

sometimes a leer

once even a frown.

 

But it wasn't you.

 

One day I stopped.

Drowned

in the mountain of 

notes and emails

in my red pen

scribbles and notes.

 

No quiet moments

nor space or time

not even for an extra breath.

 

I remember that moment –

that moment when you found me

coffee in hand

buried in my thoughts

with your Cheshire smile. 

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First published in The Pangolin Review, 2018. 

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