Why I continue to look at that face?

Why I continue to look at that face?

Why must I look at this face
Day after day
Why must I cause myself such pain
Why must I look at him
Day in day out
It's surely a bit insane.
Why must I look at this picture again and again and again

Because I remember how that forehead crinkled in concentration
How those eyebrows met at a plane
Those pretty little chinky eyes on me
As I pushed that damned camera away
The squishy little nose and those big dumbo ears:)
The softest pout my lips ever touched
And that great big bhalu hair

Try as I might I cannot forget these
Nor how they felt to my touch
His shadow lingers about me
It's all a bit too much

And hardest of all his smell in the air
It brings me the most pain
For I can remember all these things, and some more, clearly
And then I'm afraid I won't. 

Tattered old Tshirt

Tattered old T-shirt

I found a hole today
In a Tshirt that once belonged to you
It's changed many hands now
Uncaringly passed among friends
It's worn and tired
And ready to retire
But it can't
Not yet
For who will fill its place?

There is nobody who could replace
And it must continue
Till it can't no more
Your tattered old Tshirt
That you once wore
Years ago

It seems like another lifetime
When you were thin as a rail
Just a young innocent boy
With big jumbo ears and that chinky smile
You've been gone now for quite a while
And all that remains
Is this tattered old Tshirt