Your Face or Mine

Your face or mine? he asked her
hoping she would choose
hers, and that henceforth he’d still
have a face to lose

but she took his and left him there
and went far far away
and fell in love with someone else
while he Facebooked all day

without the eyes with which she saw
the lips with which she kissed
the ears the nose the cheeks the chin
all of which he missed

not because he’d ever thought
they fitted him just so
but since where they were now, and why,
he knew he’d never know.

Tom Vaughan

If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Tom Vaughan  would be pleased to hear them.