GrimaceA Poem by Libby McKeown
I have the picture,
but I can't bear to look at it.
I long for the words,
so I may force them out of my mind.
I sleep to remember, and to dream.
I can taste the words in my coffee,
and weigh your absence
while waiting in line.
I look in the mirror,
and see the eyes of an old woman.
I turn to answer,
but you never asked.
© 2010 Libby McKeown
Added on April 14, 2010
Last Updated on April 14, 2010
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