Possibly maybe

New kisses

new haircuts

new dreams and hugs and 

turnings of the new old habits. 

New mistakes 

new me wrapped around you 

again.

No logic here.

There is no map

to the new ways and new emotions 

and mirror images of me.

New me.

And I miss you still.

There is no map.

No compass 

would help.

You find me in the smell of my skin

under my eyelashes 

on my lips.

Old new fears sneak up.

You find me here.