Amidst the endless stream of lights, After the bustle of the days, In the bosom of night, Wrapped in white & black sheets, I look for you. I try to find you on pages and comments, I click tags in hopes they link me to you, I look at your pages more than I should. I think about each line and analyze each picture, Wondering if there’s more than you’re letting on. I stalk you. I know a lot happened between the previous post and this, And I find myself imagining each moment. How