I’m looking for you. Because this is terrible, and I need you to say, yes, it’s terrible, too. I’ve loved you for that and that alone.

Because I’ve lost you, and I’m afraid, damn near terrified I’ve exhausted my supply of finds after I used my last left behind.

Because I’m out of love, but I remember. Out of stories, but I remember. Out of dreams, but I remember. Out of hope, but I remember. Out of joy, but I remember.

I’m looking because I remember.