In this life
You will wear
A million faces

A tearful twist
Of long farewells
And happy helloes,

Angry snarly
Brows furrowing
Deep and curling
Like a monster

A wrinkled mess
Of old man flesh
Crow’s skin tanning
Underneath the eyes
And high above
a prominent chin in
Scowly orbs of judgment

A softer inquisitive one
With confused movements

A face for love and joy

A face for love and lost

And every tiny transitional face
That forms in
Every single emotional
and temporal phase.