Between The Lines... Poem by Nestor David Armas

I still think of you,

Pretty eyes beautiful hue,

I shed a tear,

Whenever your voice I hear,

Think of those times,

Riding between the lines,

Racing fast;

Running away at last;

Our dreams we had to fulfill,

That was such a thrill,

But our time faded,

We strayed from our course jaded,

And so; far and close,

The paths we chose,

Separated our lives,

But sharp they were not knives,

For you still are in my mind,

Your essence you left behind,

For me to cherish, never forget,

Unsettling in my days; you beget...

(01/30/2006)