Dear ________

It's quite ridiculous. I should know better, right?

I look for you in everyone I meet — in the shape of their smile or the heaviness of their breath. Nothing adds up, though. It's difficult, but I cannot find you in anyone. 

At night, when I am alone, I let my mind wander and trace those soft wrinkles hiding behind your beard.  

Tag. You’re it. Everything else is a dolorous compromise. 

Yours, 

________