I recall a face,

it wasn't unpleasant

or unkind nor kind.

but handsome,

and strong.

A mutual hatred,

is what I call

we had.

But of no 

particular reason.

 

Mysterious and dark

is what I recall.

Moments of hurtful

words,

but moments of care and fun.

 

Confusion and 

unanswered questions,

run through

my mind.

Never finding out 

who this face was.

 

A memory.

A mystery.

A hand held out.

A slap in the face.

A change of heart?

A smile shared.

A look of hurt.

A look of worry.

 

The face 

is burned

in my memory.

The eyes set

on my face.

Always the same look.

Never knowing,

what it meant.

But seeing it,

everywhere.

 

Like a haunting 

creature.

Bond to leave

you restless.

When if turned 

from hate to 

care.

 

That handsome face,

remains a 

mystery.

Confusion burned

in memory.

Of that face

who hated

but cared?

And to think,

maybe,

there's a part of me,

who,

loves that face.