The face that was within me fades away.
I hope for some time longer it may stay.
That which I thought permanent is gone.
No more are we so special to someone.
At first I saw his face as if he lived
But to the dead there’s nothing we can give.
We must turn away and walk alone.
Let the face be blanked out like a stone.
The shingle on the beach, the cobbled street
They have no faces,nothing we can meet
Can we live without another’s gaze?
Mysterious is the Lord as are his ways