Can't Face These Faces

These streets are sprinkled with faces I use to know
Scattered memories re-collect as I brush arms with a few
Some recognize, some don't, that we use to share a past
But the moment goes uncharished as one or both pretend not to notice
So busy with our own lives it doesn't even matter anymore
Avoiding eye contact so we don't have to speak
or throwing a brief smile to those who I catch glancing-
those faces of my past that I am not ready to face;
Faces I don't want to remember
I'm not ready to be remembered for who I was
Not ready to be seen for who I am
I'm not ready to face these faces -
that could re-open the scabs that I've tried so hard to keep shut all these years
Yet I pick at them myself, in my sleep, and then wonder why they wont scar over
So afraid that these faces won't let go of the past- when really that's my problem
They've forgotten years ago, they barely only recognize my face