I found your face On Facebook Hard to believe I was ever there The landscape Is fuzzy Through the fog Your profile is So faded, there are new wrinkles Around your mouth Under your eyes Wisdom lines Gathered during our togetherness
Your eyes still seer with Every look, yet that look Seeks not to find my soul Whatever you saw One look was enough What you saw was too mild, or wild Or too jagged
Hidden in this box of memories Are pieces of you Musty reminders some invigorating some good Mostly gone
Sometimes I write something, look at it a week or so later and then can't seem to remember why I wrote it or even what I was trying to say. Nonetheless, here it it.