my face

sometimes i don't like my face

but then i remember all the memories it holds

for the people i love

because in my eyes

they catch glimpses of the past

the little moments we thought we'd never capture

and my lips

they echo the stories we once told

every sentence lingers at the tip of my tongue 

i wonder always

what they see in me that i am unable to

but buried within the lines that appear on my face

when my eyes turn into crescent moons

they see love and they find comfort

even in my shadows 

even in the heavy steps that i take

and i realize how i will always try to spot

the crown of my mother's head in the crowd

how my best friend's silhouette

takes me back to when we first met

how the familiar faces in my life

hold all the moments i cherish

maybe

i do quite like my face

because it reminds me of love

all the love i receive

and all the love i can give

to the people around me