lost: A poem

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imagine a long ride 

just after it rains.

singular drops race 

                                                    down the window,

you race home. 

the moon: 

your silent companion.

when you were young, you thought

                                                            she was following you.

you grew up and realized

you

 had been chasing

 her

all along. 

she is not so easily caught,

and you 

are not so easily found.

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