I see her face
Popping up on my phone
As if by magic,
Her slanted lips giving
A sardonic smile
(like Mona Lisa),
Her deep, potent eyes
Stare right through me
Right through the phone,
Just as she does
On Facebook,
Like a billboard I
Can’t possibly miss,
Too painful to look at,
Worse not to,
A face I can’t touch,
Yet touches me
Down deep,
Ike a wound
I can’t remember
Being inflicted with,
Aching from it,
Her face, her eyes,
Temptation beyond
Reach, her stare
Looking right into
My soul,
Raising the memory
Of that old Beatles
Tune,”
I’ve just seen a face
I can’t forget,”
Playing in my head,
I never stop hearing
The song or seeing
The face
Even when I’m
Only sleeping.
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