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[seafeatures]

I Google you
late at night when I don’t know what to do.
I find photos
you’ve forgotten
you were in
put up by your friends.

I Google you
when the day is done and everything is through.
I read your journal
that you kept
that month in France;
I’ve watched you dance.

And I’m pleased your name is practically unique:
it’s only you and
a would-be PhD in Chesapeake,
who writes papers on
the structure of the sun;
I’ve read each one.

I know that I
should let you fade
but there’s that box,
and there’s your name,
somehow it never makes the pain
grow less or fade or disappear.
I think that I should save my soul and
I should crawl back in my hole
But it’s too easy just to fold
and type your name again...
I fear
I google you
Whenever I’m alone and feeling blue
And each scrap of information
That I gather
says you’ve got somebody new
And it really shouldn’t matter
ought to blow up my computer
but instead….
I Google you.