Free...

I am searching for;
her.
She wasnt
in the mirror
this morning,
not at noon.
Did i loose her?

Is that a question?
Maybe, not sure.
Am not sure, if
I lost her in the
loo, maybe while
amongst the crowd
in the
train last night.
Where, oh where

could she be?
Of this, mundane life,
of "get-up-work-eat-sit-
work-run-train-blah"
must have frightened her
too, like me.
Oh then, if your gone

dont come back, not
soon at least. fly off
some place,
alone you are;

free!
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