Pocketful of words

Pocketful of words

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Our bodies
are all too
familiar.

Your hands
could make
me
forget everyone.

I
do not
know
what I am looking for.

My hands
in my pockets
and
my heart
on the mantelpiece.

Search for me
in my
vacant eyes.

(Part II)
I
belonged
to
a stranger.
(Part I here)

He let go
of all
our
history.

We
have
no chance
of
return.

It’s
been
a while
but
I’ll find
someone like you.

Question
the
police.