Lost in the cacophony

Sometimes I walk into a room
and cannot find you
though I know you're there.
Sometimes I'm walking
in my own brain
and cannot find me there
though I know I'm surely there.
It's a bit like taking pictures
of this mass of seagulls:
I feel and hear a cacophony
and can no longer single out
the voice or face I long to hear or see;
no longer hear your call to me,
or even my own response.


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