Those faces

Those times
when alone in a daze
I walk or drive or sit
with expressions lit from within
are
those where I show
painted on my slack face
what I feel

no control of
sour demeanour
pained memory
silly smirk

those faces
rarely linger
I am too conscious for that
but rarely I see

them on another
or feel
their trace
on reminiscent me

-2007/07/26-

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