“You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.”

—	Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

Find me.
Because I am lost here without you.
Find me.
Because no matter the joy I will feel
in being found,
it will not begin to compare with
the perfection you will experience
in doing the finding.
Find me.
Because you could aimlessly throw
one million darts at dusty maps
on creaking walls,
but until you turn one around
and force it
through that tiny space
between your ribs
and into the source of all your
boiling blood,
you will never understand
where I have always
been waiting.

Find me.
Find me.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-