FACE Poem by Umberto Fiori

Simply not to lose face
in the face of all of you,
how many things I have given up.

Don't distress yourselves about me; to go without
comes naturally to me now, it costs me
almost nothing anymore.
I have let them go for so long,
and so profoundly,
that if you asked me about it I couldn't say
exactly what they were
and if I really wanted them. Their place
inside my head is empty.
Even the sense of missing them
has left no trace.

Only the face remains.

Look at it: it's yours.