Every now and again I wear your face,
The face you used to stare at me on the New York City subway when I was enjoying my music a bit too much.
This knowing face.
A silent command.
Every now and then I peer at things with those eyes,
With that expression,
And it takes me back to you.
For a moment in time I feel we are connected,
Like minded,
Until I turn away.
Your eyes.