I KNOW YOUR FACE

reflection

 I wrote this poem many years ago and sold it to a national magazine. However, I didn’t know when it was being published but, one day, at a Railway station, at the start of a long journey, I bought  a copy of this magazine, opened it, and there was the poem! I spent the whole of that journey reading the print off the page.

      I KNOW YOUR FACE

I know your face as I know my own,
And yet, one odd glance
Surprised your outside face looking in
At me.
Odd.  I thought I knew you well,
Yet there you were.  A stranger.

So many years have gone by since we met
And loved by firelight.
I remember asking what you were thinking
about,
And listening.
Since then, it can’t be that I haven’t listened.
Just never asked again. 

                                              © Gwen Grant

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