I can’t remember when it was
I noticed in the middle of my torso
Another face had appeared
Similar to the one more familiar
But smaller
And pointing kind of sideways
Maybe younger too
Certainly quieter
I wondered if it would age at the same rate
Or whether it would be like that famous painting of one D Gray
Its blushing youth forever a taunt
To the rest of me falling slowly apart
I wondered too
To what part of my self it was connected
What silent secrets it would give away
To others but not to me
I’d scan its features for some clue
Anxious staring into inscrutable
Is it smiling?
I think it might be
I cannot say why