I draw your face

I draw your face
in my mind each day
in the same way
that I have seen you
paint faces on pieces of canvas,
trying to fill in
the small details,
but at times
the image fades into oblivion.

Sometimes while I drink
a Coca Cola
I play with the steak
and chips,
stuck in my thoughts
and I see your golden eyes sparkling,
your lips curling
and smile back at you
and see unknown people
smiling at me.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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