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Face in the Crowd
For a moment I imagined
seeing your face in the crowd,
Smiling, as if it were expecting
To see me, and as the joy
Of a lifetime of love cascaded
Through my being I wanted to shout:
“Here am I!”
Alas, your features morphed
Into stranger’s face,
And my reaching being gasped
As if being deprived
Of the last of my strength.
Oh, sweet soul!
I close my eyes
And clench my eyes and fists
At the thought that I would
Have to walk, alone, again
Along the ivy-bordered lanes
And gravel-strewned footpaths
Telling myself that the strength
Of my memories of you
Will sustain me through life…
Copyright ©
David De La Croes
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