Your man

I’m known as man of million faces

It’s true, I’ve lived a million lives

And heard a million iterations

Of the same couple of lines.

And every life I live, I think you truly mean it

Because you do make sure they are delivered

With that smile you have that’s like a portrait sliced in half

That makes it feel as though you are a Keaton

And I just somehow made you laugh.

Yes, I have had so many faces,

And maybe way before you came around

They did belong to different people, been to different places,

They may have left so many footsteps, but you have smoothened it all out,

Not anymore are we a Joe, or Matthew,

We are a faceless memory of being called the one.

And our biography is no freestanding sentence,

Us is I, and I’m the answer

To what it’s like to hold you tight.

We’re an extension of your loving presence, 

We are a time disfiguration,

I am one humble loop of your eternal 12:01.

You are the heat, we are the effervescence,

Before we were a ghost you walk through, we bumped into you in a crowd,

Ignoring you is much like dodging rain

You soak right through our clothes, our skin and then dissolve the mind,

And mush us all into the same.

You are the fire, we are the blur above the flame.

We are together known as man of million faces,

Or, in other words, your man.