Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

A FACE


Across the crowded room I'm in,
I look and there's a face.
Have I seen you somewhere else,
in some other place?

I feel as though time's standing still.
Not one second ticks.
If I see your eyes meet mine
time will play its tricks.

Maybe we've met before
for your face I've always known.
I've dreamt of it so many times.
My heart will turn to stone

if you leave and I am left
with so much doom and gloom.
Your face will only be for me
a memory in a room.

Submitted: Saturday, July 24, 2010
Edited: Monday, November 22, 2010
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  • Cleveland Gibson (1/14/2014 4:52:00 PM)

    I thought this was a grand poem, with subtle undertones and a final message. Well done. IMO
    Have you published this as it stand? Curious. (Report) Reply

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