They Are With Me
By Deana Tavares
There are faces
Behind my eyes
Behind my smiles
So many faces
Encapsulated
Within every
Rough
Ridden mile
Within every
Starry-eyed sky
And tumble weed scene
The glassy
The glazed
The big bright eyes
Still gleam
I take them all
With me
Down every
Dusty road
Through every
Open door
I feel their footprints
Reverberating
The wooden planks
Upon
Every floor