In every woman’s face I see her face
and her many ages
In magazine covers
I see her in my minds eye with her lovers
I wanted to be hers
but that train was missed
and its engine purrs as it moves further and further away.
no more to be brighten my day
I am just observer
a poet a writer
Looking for her in everyone woman
I want her to be free and loved
but I miss her like a lost glove needs a hand
I don’t know wether anyone understands
Her smile lights up any room
her absence sets up my gloom.
