I am Just a Passenger

My face is an honest map of my

Grins and sorrows,

Of all my wins and losses,

My anticipations hidden in the alleys

Under my seemingly placid eyes

My face is a map

Navigated without a compass

Without patience:

Uncombed,

Unwashed,

Raw and

Plain

A map of

Lost and found

A keyhole for a non-existent key

My face is a map

With interconnected roads,

With many crossroads,

Without traffic lights

My face is painted with rainbow colours

A colourful map

There is a road on that map

The Road that still carries your name

It used to be an Avenue

But we took a wrong turn:

“Good-bye, my friend, good-bye”

I am just a passenger

And the map I follow is written on my face.