By The Poleman poleman4@hotmail.com
Date: 31 March 2001
old love
It felt so strange standing there
knocking on your door,
the same door i had opened
so many times before.
You ushered me in-showed me to a seat
as if i needed an escort,
we sat and talked over a dining table
i had actually bought.
When we split a year ago
i headed for the European sun
not to dwell on what had ended
but on what had just begun.
So why was i back here then
showing you all of my photo's,
you had said to come on over
why?Only heaven knows.
I showed you photo's of Ireland
as we listened to the Frames cd,
i showed you a photo of a girl
who broke my heart in Italy.
All you said was she looks nice
reminds me of your sister
as i stared at the photo
i realised that i missed i her.
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