Faces

Some faces have been erased; all that remains
is a name attached to an empty space.

Some never age beyond a youthful birthday,
are perfectly preserved in memory.

Some, having mastered the art of deception,
merely mask the truth beneath.

Some, buried in vague remembrance, vanish
into a jumbled composite of others.

Some are favored at a glance, appreciated
for beauty’s fleeting presence.

Some, cragged with time and acceptance,
weather into something finer.

Some, a mere handful, have inquisitive eyes
that kindly probe and connect.

Some, beloved, wait patiently to be recalled
whenever we find ourselves alone.

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