Secret

It’s not, but it seems like a new face every day-
The same eyes, same smile, same nose, teeth, hair.
Except my memory is stripped clean each night, leaving only scraps,
So not to truly forget.
Then in a new dawn, I am mesmerized by it all again.
The part I remember are then filled in by reality.
His eyes are hazel, sometimes more green with flecks of brown and
Hues of blue.
Other times, they are blue with a burst of green.
Then they become sea foam and aquamarine.
I see his smile…
That smile, I could fall in love with now or fifty years after.
Just the way it stretches from one ear to another plus
The way his laugh lines deepen and his cheeks wrinkly.
My heart skips and jumps, cartwheels and backhand springs,
Seeing him smile so genuinely.
And I know it’s just for me.
I can imprint into my brain as many times as I can but it’s never
As true or as beautiful than the original piece.
I can collect all of the photographs of our lifetime and they will never
Live up to the touch and feel, gaze and humor of the real thing.
Every day is brand new and falling in love with you is neither the same nor different.
With each new day, I am mesmerized by it all again.

 

July 2014