There's always something to remind me of you
Some thing or some phrase
And I feel it sting
Like a judging gaze
Which also reminds me of you
I can't picture your face without it
That tactless tightness of your mouth
And the flat skin all about it
Chronicling to me my worth, - or lack
Silently giving me flack
Displaying to me like a lens reflex
How your pride devours me in pecks
Just like you are
A hen
One I wouldn't care to ever see again
But there's always something to remind me of you
Some phrase or some thing.
