she used to search
my pockets,
my coats,
my desk drawers for
clues,
for money?
for what i was never
quite
sure of,
i'd leave her notes
to find.
not here,
i'd say,
or here either,
keep looking, then
i'd draw
a smiley face and tell
her, keep
searching, sweetheart,
maybe next
time.
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