"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I see and
Yet at the same time
I do not see at all. Your features
– Eyes (green), nose, pillow lips sitting
Gently on your face. I cannot place you now, and yet know you.
I know your smell and you are young, in my mind still perfect
Like the day we met – you in your vest and cap.
Your voice melts my heart of wax – I remember feelings still, but your features are a jigsaw – a map of pieces that do not tessellate.
And then I wonder, how can I forget a face like yours,
Let me focus, darling, drink you in and tattoo you
Into my mind again so I can have you written there
That I might build your
NB. Taken from BBC article about medical condition Prosopagnosia – the degenerative disease affecting eyesight and the ability to recognize faces. Often the sufferer is born with the disease. Yet it can also be caused by head trauma in a specific place, affecting 2% of the population.