Just Another Face

A crowd holds many faces,
ones who stand out,
more and more seem to blend together. 

There used to be the one face,
that could stand out in even-
in the darkest, fullest crowds. 

A familiar face-
now lays forgotten in the depths
of an unending pool of memories. 

Names goes with the faces- 
in the pit of forgotten things. 
Now this familiar face is lost to me, 
and has just become another face in the crowd.