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-

Tuesday, October 25, 2005

The Phone

Everyday I hear you on the phone
I can tell it is you by the way you talk
I can hear you smiling through the air
With an awkward strain on your cheeks
In between coughs and yawns

Everyday I hear you on the phone
But I cannont hear your kiss
Or the soft comfort of your hand
I cannot hear your eyes
In between the days of separation


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