The Face
The Face
By: Tom Wright
1-4-2019
I see a face that I barely discern,
like a ghostly shadow in poor light,
And zephyrs carry a voice that disturbs the silence.
As thoughts gravitate toward this unknown,
My musings clutch a far away place.
In another day, another time,
Perhaps this person was more than just an acquaintance.
Today, Its a memory of one since passed
That's best left interred.
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