Oblique

Armenian News Network / Groong
April 17, 2004

⚠ This is an archival article originally published on April 17, 2004. Information may be outdated.

The sun sank lower, As the train tracks curved, The day passed slower, As my thoughts they churned,

The city had vanished, When my last breath was drawn, Though I still felt the damage, As I reached with my arms,

I tried my very best, To snatch but one wisp of air, For I had been blessed, To catch one last scent of her hair,

It’s strange that the flavor of last autumn, Still lingers on the back of your tongue, But how you can lose someone forever… I’ll miss you… so long.

Razmig Arabian

Author bio at time of publication

Razmig composes music, writes songs and leads the band One Size. He publishes his poetry and songs online, most of his work can be found at http://www.1size.com/ When he is not writing or singing with his band he skateboards, Skim boards and takes photos and draws.