Location

My love if I could find you
I’ve been working on my body
Working on my space
Working on my head
Looking for your face
I don’t swipe humans
So I’m looking
In real-time for you
Maybe an email
Inboxed up unexpectedly
Skipped through the
Indésirables
My word if I could find you
You have my word that
I’m devising a new plan
To locate you myself
What do you say to grains of sand
Draw a line around
Your invisible hands
Holding on indefinitely until you find
All that is left to
Drift into me

© GÄ