Then saw you not his face?

Without my glasses on
I couldn’t be sure it was him.
It was his shape
His form
His gait
His hair
His clothes
His gestures
But his features
Were a blur
I couldn’t tell if he was smiling
Or frowning
Displeased
Or pleased.
There is so much in a face.

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