Blue, Green, Red and Purple: Does It Matter?
…And will there come a day when I look at your face
and see only the face of a stranger?…
Betty Collins writes of the end of memory and affection.
And will there come a day when I look at your face
and see only the face of a stranger?
When this present is gone
And I hold in my hand a flat pale photograph
with a stranger’s face on it
and I wonder
could you have been that stranger?
Now you are warm and multi-dimensional
gentle and fierce
a rainbow of touch
Then,
after the pain,
I see
only the grey face of a stranger
and hardly remember your name.
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