I look for you. Everywhere. In every black 2 door civic that passes by. Hoping, that you’ll be behind the wheel. When I take your exit, I hope to miraculously see you somewhere. Driving to my friends house, your family’s place is on the left before the turn. I always slow to look, to see if you might be visiting. It’s crazy. I know. Everything we did last summer was crazy. It was like riding on the wind. You carried me with you, where ever you decided to go. You were my mentor, opening the door to new, exciting things. You made me want you, more and more. And then you dropped me. With no rhyme or reason. No notification. Just cut all ties, all communication. You left me flopping on dry land, gasping for air. You left a scar, with every touch, and every kiss. I can still feel it, the invisible hurt that runs under my skin. I can feel you still. Which only hurts more. I wish I could erase you, to eliminate you from my memory. Just to be able to go a day, without thinking of you. Without having to look for you. Without having to hurt.