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I thought I had made it quite obvious what this poem is about, but some people take very different things from it. Thoughts? 

Concrete clad minds take in the  view of faces. 

Eyes pass words that can't be said

Touches say words previously dead, 

While heads fling to admire the few embraces. 

'Half-empty' and 'drained' sit face to head

While scars are discovered 

And forgotten memories recovered 

Then like thirty years ago it's a kiss goodbye and back to bed.