i can see it all in your face
the slight smile, left side crooked,
a chip off your maxillary central incisor
from that bicycle accident in fifth grade

the couple of grayed lashes over those
deep blue eyes that many brightly regard
striking-looking, with crows feet splayed
like windblown tears of joy, to temples

those pock marks on your forehead from
chicken pox when you were home that hot
Indian Summer for almost a week and
your Mom looked so worried and doted

there's a little blood now in the left
eye's white, probably from long nights
worrying about those that you love, more
than days squinting toward a paycheck

whether through a looking glass darkly
or silvered glass back at you, it's all
there, faces give it away, for a gaze
at all that has been you, up to today

© agoodguy2have 2010-06-30