Blank Faces Poem by James McLain

I have stood in line for years lines so long
that I fell asleep.
Even then you were the last thing I saw
so I dreamed of only you.

The strangest thing was that when awake
and when I came again
I could never in truth remember
what it was that your voice really sounded like.

With out your picture my sleeping mind was
standing in line
it was there that I saw all the other blank faces
faces that I can't remember
faces that I can't remember
faces that did not look like your face any more.