faceless.

i see you.

everywhere i go.

your face on others.

 

at the grocery store.

at the gym.

at concerts.

 

your height.

your hair color.

your face shape.

 

it stops me.

dead in my steps.

knocks the wind out my lungs.

 

this is my narrative.

i am brave.

i own this outcome.

 

i still cannot stop it.

the fear.

always looking over my shoulder.

 

what you did.

what you took from me.

years ago.

 

that day haunts me.

every suggestion for healing.

boxes checked.

 

will it ever go away?

i guess i should move.

seems unfair.

 

others catch my stares.

when i am looking.

i briefly saw you.

 

how are you everyone?

go away.

so many faces.

 

i have to know.

when will the last time i see you.

be the last time?

 

“If you fall behind, run faster. Never give up, never surrender, and rise up against the odds.” – Jesse Jackson