Eight.

You
are in
everything
I write.

I am
searching
for your face
in a sea of thousands.

I don't know
where I'm going,
how I could possible find you,
or who you are.

There is a
string
between our hearts.

You are
pulling
mine in your direction.
I am merely a
puppet
to your desires.

I don't even
stand
a chance.