Three Faces (after Wayne Hogan)

You knew her you thought you knew her then
You knew you thought you knew another
As time galloped across your thinking 
You knew a sketch and asked yourself
Which of her was true how come her sharply
Defined eyes kept taking over her gaze
Before the fading began whose lapse was it
And why did the vision of her eyes begin
To gray out requiring you to draw in 
A bolder melody of what you were sure
Equaled her alertness or was it your own 
Sharp gaze drying in the June or August
Sunlight leaving a thin impression 
Of what you told yourself you knew


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