I find you in others
your name scrawled in markers
just when I think I’ve discovered
something rare, you’re there
it goes beyond coincidence
it’s persistent I could easily
mistake something random
for planned, and you appear
I re-spread the covers
protecting myself from goblins
meanwhile windmills of my mind
are propelled by your air
it’d be cheaper to surrender
I could save on calendars
not needing to remember
important dates, disappeared
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