It hides in the rain
Running down my window,
In the toys
I refuse to throw out
It hides under tree
Where a loved pet is buried,
In the petals of a flower
Closing for the night
It hides in the pages of a journal
That was written years ago,
In the folds of a tshirt
I wore to death
It hides in the lyrics
Of my favourite song,
Between the covers
Of my favourite book
It hides in the corners
Of my very own brain
Just waiting
To be discovered
