Have I?

Have I found you
that flightless bird
jealous
weeping
hovering over a lion’s cave
reducing
to nothing
in its impending departure

Have I found you
the clueless eye
shutting
shifting
sliding
from its objects of attraction

Perhaps I haven’t or have I
found you the drug
for your aching heart
and the bleeding soul
or for your rotten mind
drowning in the pus of gold

Maybe I haven’t
and I never will
because I don’t
belong to you
I don’t
I’m not going to knock
and check
If you’re waiting for me
anymore

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