I see faces
more often than not
in other faces
it is as if
the people I know/knew
are here in people I pass
on the street in the market on the ferry
these constant reminders
of who filtered through my life
could be disconcerting
if I wasn’t so used to it
there’s Alex reading a book
oh and Carl in the corner
staring out at sea
and Kathy on the bus
sitting next to the old man
who looks a bit like Albert
and there’s Vic
talking to that girl
whose name you can’t quite remember
Marion or Miriam
or something like that
the one who lived up the coast
from you in Malibu
who fell asleep
on the floor
at that reunion
at Joan Barnett’s
when Billy was showing us all
he could be sensitive
and that one there
she looks like that assistant producer
who took you…
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Leonard Durso 
love it – I can never pin those faces down so well…
I’ve always been good with faces, but get a little fuzzy with names
Yes, Rod loves watching me squirm as I try to hide the fact that I can’t remember someone’s name… 🙂
I understand that very well.
“…filtered through my life…” very beautiful phrasing 🙂
Thank you, West. I try.
I’m better at faces but not names. Funny how one little thing – – an event, a sound, or in this case, a face can trigger a flood of memories 😀
Yes, though sometimes I would like to switch that trigger to safety.
Agreed 😀