I’ve seen your face a thousand times before me
In fading recollections of my dreams
As though contorted by your vile triumphs
When I lost.

I’ve watched you in the shadow of my eyelids
And sometimes in the aftershock of flash
Because when brightness ends, there you still are
Leering.

I’ve spent these years attempting to forget
Your face with all its threatening hateful glares
And even now that time has passed it comes
To haunt me.

But sometimes in the flashbacks of those days
I still remember one brief moment’s glance
In which you looked at me as though perplexed--
Why?

Did you notice what I was and what you’d done?
Did you wonder what it was behind my mask?
Or did you just forget another way to hurt me
And hate the fact you missed a chance?
Was that your pity or an accident?

I guess I’ll never know what made that look
Or if it was a look you made at all
It might have been a silly dream of mine
For something better.