“FACES”

I saw you at
the Underground Station,
in your denim jacket
showing your latest shoes

to your sister
as I got closer
I could see your hair
Just perfect so

and walked closer
but the nearer I got
you disappeared
and become just another face

in the crowd -
just another stranger
just weeks after you went away.

05-11-99

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