Facsimilie

I haven’t loved since you

Not like I used to

They are all just empty faces

That I fill with yours

I put your eyes on that one

This one had your nose

Your lips were the ones I kissed

When I seduced that one

It’s only you I’m chasing

Never to be found

But I keep on hoping

That you’ll come back soon

That in the woodwork I will find

A true facsimile of you