Joaquin Finn

Facial hair

A man walked through the door today
A different man .
I knew his eyes well,
Green as emerald ,
I knew his laugh
And the way he walks with his shoulders back .
He spoke to me like he knew me well,
Pet names.
an accent to remember
Who was this man ?
It took a moment ,
I soon realised,
This man was my man
He had just shaved his beard .


  • P.H.Rose

    Very good Joaquin
    Like this a lot

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