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.