Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, April 04, 2005

My Part

We were close once
close enough to see the yellow in the eyes
swimming life of hope
younger than we knew
I never strayed

Now we are all business
money matters and hurt
few words in kind, memory
we imagine it never was
a mural of a hole
on the solid wall

Here at the median
I am waiting for you
knowing that you will not come
once again
never the less


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