Your face

Your face for me is an ever changing thing
like the ongoing round of the seasons
Always a source of wondering
for no clear or obvious reason

I've always lived without you near me
I've always known your ears can't hear me
To approach you would be so unwise
You feel above me, and you despise

But attached to you are memories
of someone I will never see
The someone I believed you were
that you will never be.

And sometimes I think he exists
buried or in disguise
because in my mind I still see him
when I look in your eyes.