FACE IN RECENT THINGS.

I never wanted to live in vain,
But I could never turn the mirror off.
It was everywhere I went:
In the hall, the bath, the bed,
And their respective rooms.
In the shop and the car and the television,
And their glass.
In the bottom of the fortune teller’s leaves;
Telling me to leave or stay or maybe
Time will take reflection away.

The light in the shade would
Simply not go out, even when failed
Electrically, illuminating your eyes
In the picture on the wall behind,
Unlike the match we made that
Was waiting to.

However particular my eyes may be, or wandering
Careless, they will never retrieve your face from the
Screen we used to watch, and the places there,
Even when time has the memory to
Indulge me.
Besides I would still see you straying from me.

So I think I’ll break all the things
In my home and my life, and grow my hair so long
That it falls down the sides of my back,
Put a beard on my face, and if I ever
See it again, deny all knowledge.