July 21st, 1992
8:00 p.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Pat Answers Gives She None"
Every "monthiversary" it's the same I feel so distant from you. Is it me? You turn your back and hug the Teddy Bear I gave you When I wanted hugs from you. Is it all a game Do you laugh at me as you plot the next move. I wanted your love But it's all turning to shit. I want it to end but I'm afraid to ask you. You'll haunt me I feel you'll drain me You'll kill me. I don't know wht else to give you. And you never answer one question which matters.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
ElectricPoetry
AllThingsMike
