by Ian Navas

Created on: October 12, 2008

I see a man I recognize

but cannot place his face.

Rewind memories through my mind

to replay his mysterious place.

His face is pale and strong

but with sorrow in his eyes;

they're squinty, small and dark

what have they seen?
What do they hide?

His mouth is small and round

encircled by a sinister goatee,

pursed lips dead in between

what does he have to do with me?

I cannot place his face just quite,

it strikes me as familiar,

his fragile complexion

outlines his exterior.

I don't know why I care

about his face, about his hair.

He used to be a friend of mine

but now he isn't there.

Learn more about this author, Ian Navas.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.