Searching

Et lille digt jeg havde glemt jeg havde skrevet. Tilgiv evt. stavefejl da teksten er på engelsk.

I went out looking for you. I search high and low, left and right. I check the church cuz I know you used to go there. But they said you haven’t gone for a while.
I went to your favourite mall but still no luck. I went to your mom and I could feel you presence but still I did not find you.
The morning turned into day and by now you would surely be up. So I went to the city and looked. Nobody had seen you. I began to worry, I went by you friends house and stayed for a while. We talked about you for a long time. She to was looking for you, we sat there together missing you. Where are you?
Then I remembered your favourite place. The book store. Your sacred place. Where you cold always escape from the world that hurt you so. The book lady haven’t seen you. But she thnik she saw somebody looking just like you a while ago. Still I did not find you.

As the evening began I started to walk to you ex. boyfriends house, the last place I wished to find you. I got in and your pictures were all over the place. You was smiling but there was no happiness in you eyes I even found a dvd with you name on it. Still I did not find you.
The evening turned into night and so I went to the club and they were still talking about you. Said you’d just left. And so I kept searching.
I went to the park and sat for a while, hopeing you would come by. But still I did not find you.
I Got home and took a look in the mirror, and there you were.