Lost and Found

I am always 

losing myself 

in you, 

and having to 

find myself 

once more.

I find 

my hope 

tucked behind 

your ear,

my fear 

hidden safely 

underneath your arm,

my laughter 

laced between 

your two front teeth,

my secret tears 

collected under 

your fingernails.

How is it still true, love?

I always 

lose myself 

in you, 

but every time 

I look, 

there we are.