it has been one hundred years
since i have seen a human face
and the memory of those features
dim with each new pale sunrise
now i have only my tears
as a mirror, too small to trace
the sharps and curves, cruelest teacher,
time, but there is no surprise
Words and Feathers 
Classic, love it 🙂
Thank you!
It makes me think of Ozymandias.
Really? If so that’s a lovely compliment. I don’t see the same in it, but maybe I was channeling Shelley.
I’m not sure what it was–but I got this image of a monument buried in the sand when I read it, and the sense of eternity and mortality.