Grimace

needs work

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.

Reviews

[Pareidolia]

I like the separate images that each segment provides, but I think that the reason they don't quite "work" together is that they each seem like they're starting a fresh poem.