No Michelangelo

He told me:

“all you did was grow up together”

missing malice,

as he wronged

–but I learned

I was


–to remember

–for wound

–to reveal

but he doesn’t know. . .

he doesn’t know the bond we had. . .



foxhole friends–

he couldn’t.

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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