I force myself to find you in different places. I met your face in a puddle of autumn leaves. The front seat on every bus, I swear I see you saving one for me. The name of the song that injects the syllables of your name into every chorus and the bridge creeps up on me like you do. Every evening. I find you in the head of my shower, sprouting out like you want to soak me in every thought I’ve ever had of you. Please do. Every ache I’ve tried to terminate. I see you in the cause and in the aroma of the  ointment that marinates into me, and falls when I wake up and sweat it off. 

Jade Brown