Unfamiliar

January 13, 2011
Unrecognized faces pass by me.
Generic, plain faces,
Like the ones we practice in art class thoughtlessly.
Their expressionless faces seem to penetrate my mind.
That look they give-
Like they’ve known me in a past life.
They see through my transparent skin;
They try to get into me.
Surrounded by strangers,
I learn to give up my self- respect.
The expressions that all seem the same,
The names that I will never remember.
Just like unmarked graves,
They seem to be left, and forgotten.
My manipulating ways are unintentional,
But I must realize that it’s wrong.
Will they remember me?
Will an impression of the pain that I caused them be etched on the tablet of their heart?
These unrecognized faces pass by me.
They whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
And I whisper back softly as I move on
To the next one.
They’re left cold.
Tell them I’m sorry,
That I was a powerful gust of wind,
That left.
I’m sorry.
But the only face that I recognize
Is yours.
Out of admiration.





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