Eventually you're lost

Eventually you go and I'll find you everywhere.
In the cold air that slid under the door.
Or in lines of old poetry translated from the language.
In a pair of homeless eyes that resembled the window for months had not been cleaned up.
Or in the colorful balloons that break away from the hands of a boy.
Eventually you go and I'll find you in the streets.
Or empty park benches.
I found you in the snow that covered the city
Like a literature library.
I found you in coffee outlets, air, and the smell of food that came out or was too ripe.
I found you lying in my empty room.
When I came home with the camera on my head
Contains people who I do not know pulung.
You're listening to the song you always play.
A story book you have not read yet.
Pile up like wood on my chest.
Disrespect I said doing things but still sadness.
Eventually you are lost, you leave me.
And these memories are the only remaining sap roots.