Today I put on my trench coat
I tuck my magnifying glass into it’s folds.
Fancying myself as a bloodhound, I put my nose to the air, searching for your scent, of crushed pine needles and paint.
I pad softly behind you, pretending you might like that I am there. That you have left me some clues on purpose.
I investigate sign posts, dictionaries and music stores. I look up close using my spell check and my magnifying glass.
Fancying myself as a greyhound, I run after you, feeling the wind rush past my ears, in my streamlined grace.
You still outrun me.
I realise you do not want to be found.
I take off my trench coat.