"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

She and The Everyday Face.

I miss your everyday face,
the one that crumples in
when you smile.
Now all I see
is tired eyes,
slouching back,
lackluster scowl.

I look under sheets
and pages of long-loved books
because some part of me
hopes I haven't lost
that everyday face
and the friendship
that lies behind.

1 comment:

  1. this is probably one of my favorites by you thus far. the idea of losing someone to change is delicate but you approached it in a poignantly matter-of-fact way that i like. The first three lines are lovely.


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