Loop 47

Hey, my name is Yet Another Face

But you’ve probably seen me around before.

You probably don’t remember, but we met the other day

Briefly, I know, I’m a middle child, I’m used to it

I get it if you’ve already forgotten.

I have a good memory

Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you what you were wearing?

Pastel plaid, jeans and Keds.

Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you who introduced us?

Twice, we were introduced twice before.

That’s alright, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.

I have a good memory

I remember things that happen around me

I know who you are and what you do,

Even though we may have never chatted much in person.

I know where he sits in chapel,

I know what she likes to express in class,

I know when you like to go up to the cafeteria;

It’s alright, seriously, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.

I have a good memory

It’s pretty weird how good it is

I feel like I know everyone, but I only know one.

Myself; I know myself, I think.

Perhaps you’ll allow me to know you too,

Then I’ll at least know you and me,

Unless we meet again tomorrow and I’ll be forgotten-

I have a good memory,

Haha, I’m sorry, about that before

It’s getting ahead of me again

Don’t worry, it’s not your fault for forgetting,

But my fault for remembering.

 

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Are You Really You?

Why can’t I move forward?

Can I never let go of you?

You are still a constant

On the tangents of my thoughts.

But why do you linger on?

Is it because of that indecision

So many years ago

That continues to haunt me

Those unresolved feelings

And emotions have come to rot

And decay in the empty wasteland

Of my bitter heart?

Or is it because that

I nursed those wistful feelings

For so many years and

When the chance came to

Reveal all those harbored secrets

I only discover that you’ve

Become someone that I don’t know?

Who are you now?

Where have your feet taken you?

Who are you anymore?

Are you really you?

Silhouette Portraiture

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Your image

Forever emblazoned

On this ring.

 

No detail arising

To show the dimples and freckles

That once danced across your cheeks.

 

Just a profile

Of a beautiful figure, perhaps

Resembling a distinguished face.

 

Seeing you

Here on this portraiture

Never made me feel more out of place.

 

You died

So very, very long ago

Yet I trudge forward to the next age

Transfer

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There he goes by again

He’s everywhere

But belongs nowhere

Everything is held captive in his stare

He watches all their lives

As I watch his

He longs to be a part of their world

But they don’t know he exists

So he watches their lives

And I watch his

He holds them captive in his stare

And they are all unaware

Of the power they hold

That keeps him alone 

That keeps him from overstepping his boundaries

Because all our eyes

Keep him over there

 

Ineffective

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You stepped down and became my saving grace,

Away you have wiped the tears on my face,

From darkness you have pulled me into this place,

My unhappiness you continue to erase,

But now I can no longer write as I did once before,

So was the joy worth it to become a disgrace?