Headshots - Mitchell Froom, Suzanne Vega

    The sign said "Headshots"
    And that was all,
    A picture of a boy
    And a number you could call,
    Two eyes in the shade
    A mouth so sad and small,
    It's strange the way a shadow
    Can fall across the wall,
    And make the difference
    In what you see

    He's just a poster, but
    He's everywhere,
    A face under a street lamp
    Ripped and hanging in the air,
    Turn the corner
    And he's still there,
    Watching all the people
    Who are passing unaware,
    Is there a judgement
    In what he sees?

    On a day
    As cold
    And gray
    As today...

    The sign says "Headshots"
    It's all I see,
    A boy becomes a picture
    Of guilt and sympathy,
    And so I think of you
    In memory
    Of the days we were together,
    And I knew that you loved me
    That was the difference
    In what we see,
    But that's history...

    Marco Giunco
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