Faces

Faces of everyone
 I’ve ever met
Carved on molecules
 In my brain
Nodules of images
 Rush more to maintain
Memories
 Of charged particle grain
Near receptors for opiates
 Such as cocaine
Some laughing
 Some crying
In degrees of pain
 With mountains of love
Down depths of disdain
 Waxing poetic
Some on the wane
 Fixating on thoughts
Again and again
 Just as my face goes into their train
I wonder if I will die with them