Infernal Moonshine

I was still wondering about you all the time. I studied your pictures, old photographies... I was staring at them for hours...I rubbed my fingers over your face, tracing the bones... Studied your hand on the magnifying glass, looking for veins...knuckles, some clue. I stared at my own face in the mirror...wondering...watching...hunting for some...tiny twitch of the eye...some wrink of the lip...anything that might suddenly give all things away. Never revealed itself...There was always something...halfway hidden... Now you're here...you're right here infront of me...you're standing right here. I'm still not sure...