By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com Date: 16 June 1999
Here I am
still
there you are
verbal gun in hand
shooting holes in the paper target of my heart
when you tell me you love me
you remember only the words
I remember the space bewteen them
and despair at even the thought
of space between us
but there it is
contained in each hole you shoot
through these words
written on the paper of that target
6/16/99