I look for him in everyone I meet.
I look around the room to find him.
I know he is not here.
He cannot be and yet I still look for him.
What craziness is this, Mind?
Why do you play tricks on me?
Why do you get your hopes up, Heart?
Please beat slowly and steadily.
You are his home -and he lives within me.
And still I hope for magic that he may suddenly appear.
Sorcery.
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