Another Face In The Crowd Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Save it to keep them.
Your intentions.
Save it to keep them.
Sentiments meant.
To overlook them sent.
With it perceived,
Your absence would have me on knees grieving.

You have become a face in the crowd.
And I am there to mingle.
Single and enjoying it.

When I give to give it is given.
And what I get to not deserve,
I will not be found sitting around.
Evaluating what it was I gave.
I know where it comes from.
A special place.
Homemade.
Not to waste but kept appreciated.

So save it to keep them.
Intentions I'm in no need to hear.
Or sentiments meant from you,
Now expressing to confess.
And what was then,
You kept to yourself.
As if you were the cheese.
And I was the mouse.
Teased.
Whenever you felt that need to do it.

You have become,
Just another face in the crowd to me.
Someone who I thought,
Would love and appreciate what I gave.
To identify it being given only to you.
Homemade.
But you didn't.
You wanted more.
And hopefully among these faces,
You will find in your mind...
What from my mind has been erased.