A Thousand Times

I’ve drawn your face a thousand times. Are you someone I use to know or someone I use to be? I know I know you, but I can’t recall your name.

I’ve drawn you with different skin tones and different colored eyes but always the same lips. You always look off to nowhere. I’ve drawn your hair short, black, long, red, brown, curly and sometimes bald. I’ve stretched your nose just a little but mostly kept it the same. Notebook after notebook your face is sketched with big, wide, sad eyes and a question surely ready to spill from your lips. “When will you figure out who I am?”

F. Magdalene Austin