I
must
never
forget your
face. I've caught every
facet of its expressions: all
mouth, screaming indignation the minute first light struck;
hungrily seeking satiation; opening to the spoon, the cup's rim, then laughing
the music of innocence, your gift to spring mornings.
I've seen it tender, angelic,
proud, belligerent,
deceiving,
grieving;
while
it
rains its
sorrow and
delight; suppressing
disappointment at lost hopes, then
erupting eagerness for new promises. I've seen
it disdain, animosity showering the unworthy; comfort, hot chocolate
gaze melting malaise; I've seen its eyes glassing into
imagination, the brow grasp
at comprehension,
cheeks rise to
pleasure,
and
lips
pucker
their disgust,
repelled by all they
found distasteful. I have witnessed
its slow journey from naïveté to discernment,
round features transformed into chiseled personality, and now see it begin to
age, a condition I reached long ago. Even so,
even when the body betrays,
I won't, I cannot,
I must not
forget
your
face.