Memory Of Your Face

i sit here and wish the memory of your face would dissappear
but then i see you every other day pretty much

so how can i get rid of your memory
i try not to stare at you

but you dont know how hard it is
you smile but not at me

you look but not at me
you look beyond me like im not even there

but i am and nobody knows it

poem by Taya Metcalf
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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