Where’s Waldo?
I’ve hidden my heart
In places that look familiar.
Like the pages of a book
You search
Still looking
For something
You never realized
Was lost.
I watch you study the similarities
To the hearts you’ve seen
The simple consistencies
Almost
The same
Baby
I’m one in a million.
I will always hide
It’s the only way I know
You’re still looking
Still squinting your eyes
Trying to pluck me out
From the rest.