I Still See You

When we grow up seeing a face every day of our lives

And then it’s gone

We never really stop seeing it.

Do we?

I’m never really surprised

But pleasantly reminded of his presence

When he shows himself

In other’s humor.

In a phrase of his, spoken by someone else.

Or his face looking out from the mirror

When it’s me looking in.

Hair Cut

Even when I’m getting a hair cut.